FOURTH AND LAST PART.
67. LXVII. THE UGLIEST MAN. (continued)
"Thou nondescript," said he, "thou warnedst me against thy path. As thanks
for it I praise mine to thee. Behold, up thither is the cave of
Zarathustra.
My cave is large and deep and hath many corners; there findeth he that is
most hidden his hiding-place. And close beside it, there are a hundred
lurking-places and by-places for creeping, fluttering, and hopping
creatures.
Thou outcast, who hast cast thyself out, thou wilt not live amongst men and
men's pity? Well then, do like me! Thus wilt thou learn also from me;
only the doer learneth.
And talk first and foremost to mine animals! The proudest animal and the
wisest animal--they might well be the right counsellors for us both!"--
Thus spake Zarathustra and went his way, more thoughtfully and slowly even
than before: for he asked himself many things, and hardly knew what to
answer.
"How poor indeed is man," thought he in his heart, "how ugly, how wheezy,
how full of hidden shame!
They tell me that man loveth himself. Ah, how great must that self-love
be! How much contempt is opposed to it!
Even this man hath loved himself, as he hath despised himself,--a great
lover methinketh he is, and a great despiser.
No one have I yet found who more thoroughly despised himself: even THAT is
elevation. Alas, was THIS perhaps the higher man whose cry I heard?
I love the great despisers. Man is something that hath to be surpassed."--
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