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70 thou camest nigh unto them, and how their power left them as the smoke leaveth a fire that is going out?

Ay, my friend, thou art the bad conscience for thy neighbours; for they are unworthy of thee. That is why they hate thee and would fain suck thy blood.

Thy neighbours will always be poisonous flies. That which is great in thee—that itself must make them still more poisonous and ever more like flies.

Fly, my friend, into thy loneliness and where the rough, strong wind bloweth. It is not thy lot to be a fly-brush."

Thus spake Zarathustra.