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The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest. 1915.
(From Thus Spake Zarathustra)
By Friedrich Nietzsche
(German philosopher, 18441900, whose lofty utterance has suffered from materialistic interpreters)
|AS I lay in sleep a sheep ate up the ivy crown of my headate and then said: Zarathustra is no more a scholar.|| 1|
| Said it and went strutting away, and proud. A child told it to me.
| This is the truth. I am gone out of the house of the scholars, and have slammed to the door behind me.
| I am too hot, and burning with my own thoughts; oft will it take away my breath. I must into the open and out of all dusty rooms.|| 4|
| But they sit cool in cool shadows; they wish in all things to be but spectators, and guard themselves lest they sit where the sun burn the steps.|| 5|
| Like those who stand upon the street and stare at the people who go by; so they wait also and stare at the thoughts that others have thought.|| 6|
| If one touches them with the hands, they make dust around them like meal-sacks, and involuntarily; but who could guess that their dust comes from corn and the golden rapture of the summer fields?|| 7|