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 432 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV

all the ill-constituted gloomy brood ! Praised be this spirit of all free spirits, the laughing storm which bloweth dust into the eyes of all black-sighted, sup- purative ones !

Ye higher men, what is worst in you, is that none of you hath learnt to dance, as one must dance to dance beyond yourselves ! What matter that ye are failures ?

How many things are still possible ! Learn, I pray, to laugh beyond yourselves ! Raise your hearts, ye good dancers, high ! higher ! And forget not the good laughter !

This crown of the laugher, this crown of rose- wreaths unto you, my brethren, I throw this crown ! The laughter I have proclaimed holy. Ye higher men, learn how to laugh ! "

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