| FOURTH AND LAST PART.
78. LXXVIII.  THE ASS-FESTIVAL. (continued)3. And once more began Zarathustra to speak.  "O my new friends," said he,--
"ye strange ones, ye higher men, how well do ye now please me,-- --Since ye have again become joyful!  Ye have, verily, all blossomed forth: 
it seemeth to me that for such flowers as you, NEW FESTIVALS are required. --A little valiant nonsense, some divine service and ass-festival, some old
joyful Zarathustra fool, some blusterer to blow your souls bright. Forget not this night and this ass-festival, ye higher men!  THAT did ye
devise when with me, that do I take as a good omen,--such things only the
convalescents devise! And should ye celebrate it again, this ass-festival, do it from love to
yourselves, do it also from love to me!  And in remembrance of me!" Thus spake Zarathustra. |