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384 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV

easily how to follow. For he is behind somebody! But it is their pity

It is their pity from which I flee and flee unto thee. O Zarathustra, protect me, thou my last refuge, thou only one who didst find me out !

Thou didst find out the mood of His slayer. Stay ! And if thou wilt depart, thou impatient one, take not the way I have come. That way is bad.

Art thou angry with me, because I have minced my words too long ? because I have counselled thee already ? Be it known unto thee : it is I, the ugliest man,

Who have also the largest, heaviest feet. Where / have gone, the road is bad. I trample unto death, and ruin all roads.

But that thou didst pass me by, silent ; that thou didst blush, I saw well. Thereby I knew thee to be Zarathustra.

Any other man would have thrown his alms unto me, his pity, with look and speech. But for that I am not beggar enough, as thou didst find out.

For that I am too rich, rich in great things, in terrible things, in the most ugly things, in the most unutterable things ! Thy blushing, O Zarathustra, honoured me !

With much trouble I have got away from the thronging of the pitiful, in order to find the only one who teacheth to-day : ' Pity is an intruder.' To find thyself, O Zarathustra !

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