88 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, I
' Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one answer : its name is child-bearing.
Man is for woman a means : the end is always the child. But what is woman for man ?
Two things are wanted by the true man : danger and play. Therefore he seeketh woman as the most dangerous toy.
Man shall be educated for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior. Everything else is folly.
Over-sweet fruits the warrior liketh not. There- fore he liketh woman ; bitter is even the sweetest woman.
Woman understandeth children better than man cloth; but man is more child-like than woman.
In the true man a child is hidden that seeketh to play. Up, ye women, reveal the child in man !
Let woman be a toy pure and delicate like a jewel, illuminated by the virtues of a world which hath not yet come.
Let a ray of starlight shine in your love ! Let your hope be called : " Would that I might give birth to beyond-man ! "
Let bravery be in your love ! With your love ye shall attack him who inspireth you with awe.
Let your honour be in your love ! Little else doth woman understand of honour. But let it be your honour ever to love more than ye are loved, and never to be the second.
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