THE CONVALESCENT ONE
��One morning, not long after his return unto the cave, Zarathustra jumped up from his couch like a madman. He cried with a terrible voice, and behaved 9 if some one else was lying on the couch and would not get up from it. And so sounded Zarathustra's voice that his animals ran unto him in terror, and that from all caves and hiding-places which were nigh unto Zarathustra's cave, all animals hurried away, flying, fluttering, creeping, jumping, according to the kind of foot or wing they had been given. But Zarathustra spake these words :
" Up, abyss-like thought, from my depth ! I am thy cock and morning-dawn, O sleepy worm ! Up ! up ! My voice shall crow thee awake !
Untie the fetter of thine ears ! hearken ! For I will hear thee ! Up ! up ! Here is thunder enough so that even graves learn to listen !
And wipe the sleep and all that is dim and blind from thine eyes ! Listen unto me with thine eyes also ! My voice is a medicine even for the born blind.
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