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were even right a hundred times, with my word thou wouldst always do wrong ! "
Thus spake Zarathustra. And long he gazed at the great city, sighed, and was long silent At last he spake thus :
"I loathe this great city and not merely this fool. In neither is there anything to be improved, anything to be made worse.
Alas, for this great city ! Would I could see now the pillar of fire by which it will be burnt !
For such pillars of fire will have to precede the gfeat noon. But this hath its time and its own fate.
This wisdom I give thee, thou fool, at parting : ' Where one can love no longer, one shall pass ! ' '
Thus spake Zarathustra and passed the fool and the great city.
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