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 312 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III

And thy last greatness, O my will, spare for thy last, in order to be inexorable in thy victory ! Alas, who was not conquered by his victory !

Alas ! whose eye did not grow dim in this drunken dawn ? Alas ! whose foot did not stagger and forget how to stand in victory !

That one day I may be ready and ripe in the great noon ; ready and ripe like glowing ore, like a cloud pregnant with a lightning, and a swelling milk-udder;

Ready unto myself and unto my most secret will ; a bow eager for its arrow ; an arrow eager for its star;

A star, ready and ripe in its noon, glowing, perfo- rated, blessed with destroying arrows of the sun.

A sun himself and an inexorable will of a sun, ready for destroying in victory !

O will, thou change of all needs, thou my necessity ! Reserve me for one great victory ! "

Thus spake Zarathustra.

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