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 THE WIZARD

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��Thou evil false coiner, how couldst thou do other- wise ! The very cheeks of thy disease thou wouldst paint, when thou wouldst show thyself naked unto thy physician.

Thus thou hast now in my presence painted the cheeks of thy lie, when thou saidest : 'I did it merely for fun ! ' There was also some seriousness in it. Thou art somewhat of a penitent of spirit !

Indeed I have found thee out. Thou hast become the enchanter of all ; but for use against thyself thou

hast no lie and no artfulness left. Thou art disen-

chanted in thine own eyes !

Thou hast reaped loathing as thine one truth. No word in thee is genuine any more. But thy mouth is i.e., the loathing is that cleaveth unto thy mouth."

" Who art thou ! " then cried the old wizard with a defiant voice. " Who dareth to speak thus unto me, the greatest one, who liveth this day?" And a green lightning shot from his eye at Zarathustra. But im- mediately thereafter he changed and said sadly :

" O Zarathustra, I am weary of it, I loathe mine arts. I am not great. Why do I dissemble? But thou knowest well : I sought for greatness !

I desired to seem a great man and persuaded many. But that lie went beyond my power. On it I go to pieces.

O Zarathustra, everything in me is a lie. But that I go to pieces this my going to pieces \sgenuinet"

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