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 OF HIGHER MAN 439

Must one curse outright, where one doth not love ? That, meseemeth, is bad taste. But thus he did, this unconditioned one. He sprang from the mob.

And he himself merely loved not enough. Other- wise he would have been less angry because he was not loved. All great love wanteth not love, it wanteth more.

Go out of the way of all such unconditioned ones ! That is a poor, sick tribe, a mob-tribe. They look with ill-will on this life ; they have the evil eye for this earth.

Go out of the way of all such unconditioned ones ! They have heavy feet and sultry hearts. They know not how to dance. How could earth be light unto such !

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Crookedly all good things draw nigh unto their goal. Like cats they arch their backs, they purr inside with their near happiness. All good things laugh.

The step betray eth whether one walketh already on his own road. See me walk ! But whoever draw- eth nigh unto his goal, danceth.

And, verily, I have not become a statue. Not yet I stand, benumbed, blunt, like a stone, as a pillar. I love quick running.

And although earth hath moors and thick affliction,

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