42O THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV
That ye had scorn, ye higher men, that maketh me hope. For the great scorners are the great reverers.
That ye despaired, therein is much to honour. For ye did not learn how to give yourselves up; ye did not learn petty policies.
For to-day the petty folk have become master. They all preach submission and resignation and policy and diligence and regard and the long etcetera of petty virtues.
Whatever is of the women's tribe, whatever de- scendeth from the slaves' tribe, and especially from the mishmash of the mob these will now become master of all human fate. Oh, loathing ! loathing ! loathing !
These ask and ask and weary not with asking : ' How cloth man preserve himself best, longest, and most agreeably ? ' Thereby they are the masters of to-day.
Surpass these masters of to-day, O my brethren, the petty folk. They are the greatest danger for beyond-man !
Surpass, ye higher men, the petty virtues, the petty policies, the grains-of-sand-regards, the swarm- ing of ants, the miserable ease, the ' happiness of the greatest number ! '
And rather despair than give in ! And, verily, I love you for the very reason that ye know not how to live to-day, ye higher men ! For thus ye live best !
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