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that was

coming

unto me:

“Take the

children

away,”

cried she,

“such eyes

scorch

children’s

souls.”

They cough

when I

speak:

they think

coughing

an

objection

to strong

winds—they

divine

nothing of

the

boisterousness

of my

happiness!

“We have

not yet

time for

Zarathustra”—so

they

object;

but what

matter

about a

time that

“hath no

time” for

Zarathustra?

And if

they

should

altogether

praise me,

how could

I go to

sleep on

their

praise? A

girdle of