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 252 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III

This is the wise wantonness and good-will of my soul, that it doth not hide its winter and its snow storms ; neither doth it hide its chilblains.

The loneliness of the one is the flight of the sick one ; the loneliness of the other is the flight from the sick.

Let them hear me chatter and sigh with the winter cold, all those poor, envious rogues round me ! With such sighing and chattering I fly from their well- warmed rooms.

Let them pity me and sigh with me because of my chilblains. ' At the ice of perception at last he will freeze unto death ! ' Thus they complain.

In the meantime with warm feet I walk crosswise and crookedwise over my mount of olives. In the sunny corner of my mount of olives I sing and mock at all pity."

Thus suns: Zarathustra.

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