- Author: Friedrich Nietzsche
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By Friedrich Nietzsche.
Translated by Thomas Common.Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Part I: Zarathustra’s Discourses Zarathustra’s Prologue I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X I: The Three Metamorphoses II: The Academic Chairs of Virtue III: Backworldsmen IV: The Despisers of the Body V: Joys and Passions VI: The Pale Criminal VII: Reading and Writing VIII: The Tree on the Hill IX: The Preachers of Death X: War and Warriors XI: The New Idol XII: The Flies in the Marketplace XIII: Chastity XIV: The Friend XV: The Thousand and One Goals XVI: Neighbour-Love XVII: The Way of the Creating One XVIII: Old and Young Women XIX: The Bite of the Adder XX: Child and Marriage XXI: Voluntary Death XXII: The Bestowing Virtue I II III Part II XXIII: The Child with the Mirror XXIV: In the Happy Isles XXV: The Pitiful XXVI: The Priests XXVII: The Virtuous XXVIII: The Rabble XXIX: The Tarantulas XXX: The Famous Wise Ones XXXI: The Night-Song XXXII: The Dance-Song XXXIII: The Grave-Song XXXIV: Self-Surpassing XXXV: The Sublime Ones XXXVI: The Land of Culture XXXVII: Immaculate Perception XXXVIII: Scholars XXXIX: Poets XL: Great Events XLI: The Soothsayer XLII: Redemption XLIII: Manly Prudence XLIV: The Stillest Hour Part III XLV: The Wanderer XLVI: The Vision and the Enigma I II XLVII: Involuntary Bliss XLVIII: Before Sunrise XLIX: The Bedwarfing Virtue I II III L: On the Olive-Mount LI: On Passing-By LII: The Apostates I II LIII: The Return Home LIV: The Three Evil Things I II LV: The Spirit of Gravity I II LVI: Old and New Tables I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII XXIX XXX LVII: The Convalescent I II LVIII: The Great Longing LIX: The Second Dance-Song I II III LX: The Seven Seals I II III IV V VI VII Part IV LXI: The Honey Sacrifice LXII: The Cry of Distress LXIII: Talk with the Kings I II LXIV: The Leech LXV: The Magician I II LXVI: Out of Service LXVII: The Ugliest Man LXVIII: The Voluntary Beggar LXIX: The Shadow LXX: Noontide LXXI: The Greeting LXXII: The Supper LXXIII: The Higher Man I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX LXXIV: The Song of Melancholy I II III LXXV: Science LXXVI: Among Daughters of the Desert I II LXXVII: The Awakening I II LXXVIII: The Ass-Festival I II III LXXIX: The Drunken Song I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII LXXX: The Sign Colophon Uncopyright Imprint
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When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at last his heart changed—and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he went before the sun, and spake thus unto it:
Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou shinest!
For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave: thou wouldst have wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for me, mine eagle, and my serpent.
But we awaited thee every morning, took from thee thine overflow and blessed thee for it.
Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it.
I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Therefore must I descend into the deep: as thou doest in the evening, when