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into my solitude. Nothing I kept hidden from you, my friends.
Ye have indeed heard it from me who am still the most discreet of men and will be so !
Alas, my friends ! I should have more to tell you, I should have more to give you ! Why do I give it not ? Am I miserly ? "
When Zarathustra had said these words the power of pain and the nighness of the leavetaking from his friends surprised him so that he wept aloud; and no- body could comfort him. But at night he went off alone and left his friends.
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