查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
LXXVII. The Awakening.
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"Whither hath their distress now gone?" said he, and already did he himselffeel relieved of his petty disgust--"with me, it seemeth that they haveunlearned their cries of distress!
--Though, alas! not yet their crying." And Zarathustra stopped his ears,for just then did the YE-A of the ass mix strangely with the noisyjubilation of those higher men.
"They are merry," he began again, "and who knoweth? perhaps at their host'sexpense; and if they have learned of me to laugh, still it is not MYlaughter they have learned.
But what matter about that! They are old people: they recover in theirown way, they laugh in their own way; mine ears have already endured worseand have not become peevish.
This day is a victory: he already yieldeth, he fleeth, THE SPIRIT OFGRAVITY, mine old arch-enemy! How well this day is about to end, whichbegan so badly and gloomily!
And it is ABOUT TO end. Already cometh the evening: over the sea ridethit hither, the good rider! How it bobbeth, the blessed one, the home-returning one, in its purple saddles!
The sky gazeth brightly thereon, the world lieth deep. Oh, all ye strangeones who have come to me, it is already worth while to have lived with me!"
Thus spake Zarathustra. And again came the cries and laughter of thehigher men out of the cave: then began he anew:
"They bite at it, my bait taketh, there departeth also from them theirenemy, the spirit of gravity. Now do they learn to laugh at themselves:do I hear rightly?
My virile food taketh effect, my strong and savoury sayings: and verily, Idid not nourish them with flatulent vegetables! But with warrior-food,with conqueror-food: new desires did I awaken.
New hopes are in their arms and legs, their hearts expand. They find newwords, soon will their spirits breathe wantonness.
Such food may sure enough not be proper for children, nor even for longinggirls old and young. One persuadeth their bowels otherwise; I am not theirphysician and teacher.
They empty their hearts, good times return unto them, they keep holiday andruminate,--they become THANKFUL.
THAT do I take as the best sign: they become thankful. Not long will itbe ere they devise festivals, and put up memorials to their old joys.
They are CONVALESCENTS!" Thus spake Zarathustra joyfully to his heart andgazed outward; his animals, however, pressed up to him, and honoured hishappiness and his silence.
2.
All on a sudden however, Zarathustra's ear was frightened: for the cavewhich had hitherto been full of noise and laughter, became all at oncestill as death;--his nose, however, smelt a sweet-scented vapour andincense-odour, as if from burning pine-cones.
"What happeneth? What are they about?" he asked himself, and stole up tothe entrance, that he might be able unobserved to see his guests. Butwonder upon wonder! what was he then obliged to behold with his own eyes!
"They have all of them become PIOUS again, they PRAY, they are mad!"--saidhe, and was astonished beyond measure. And forsooth! all these higher men,the two kings, the pope out of service, the evil magician, the voluntarybeggar, the wanderer and shadow, the old soothsayer, the spirituallyconscientious one, and the ugliest man--they all lay on their knees likechildren and credulous old women, and worshipped the ass. And just thenbegan the ugliest man to gurgle and snort, as if something unutterable inhim tried to find expression; when, however, he had actually found words,behold! it was a pious, strange litany in praise of the adored and censedass. And the litany sounded thus:
their cries of distress!
Amen! And glory and honour and wisdom and thanks and praise and strengthbe to our God, from everlasting to everlasting!
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
He carrieth our burdens, he hath taken upon him the form of a servant, heis patient of heart and never saith Nay; and he who loveth his Godchastiseth him.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
He speaketh not: except that he ever saith Yea to the world which hecreated: thus doth he extol his world. It is his artfulness that speakethnot: thus is he rarely found wrong.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
Uncomely goeth he through the world. Grey is the favourite colour in whichhe wrappeth his virtue. Hath he spirit, then doth he conceal it; everyone, however, believeth in his long ears.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
What hidden wisdom it is to wear long ears, and only to say Yea and neverNay! Hath he not created the world in his own image, namely, as stupid aspossible?
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
Thou goest straight and crooked ways; it concerneth thee little whatseemeth straight or crooked unto us men. Beyond good and evil is thydomain. It is thine innocence not to know what innocence is.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
Lo! how thou spurnest none from thee, neither beggars nor kings. Thousufferest little children to come unto thee, and when the bad boys decoythee, then sayest thou simply, YE-A.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
Thou lovest she-asses and fresh figs, thou art no food-despiser. A thistletickleth thy heart when thou chancest to be hungry. There is the wisdom ofa God therein.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.