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moon calves. Unto whatever cometh from the court pray the beggar-folk and all competent beggar- virtue.
'I serve, thou servest, we serve' thus all compe- tent virtue prayeth upwards unto the prince, in order that the star which hath been deserved may at last be fixed on the narrow breast !
But the moon revolveth round all that is earthly. Thus the prince also turneth round what is earthliest of all : that is the gold of shopkeepers.
The God of hosts is not a God of gold bars. The jkince thinketh, but the shopkeeper directeth !
By all that is light and strong and good within thee, O Zarathustra! Spit on this town of shop- keepers and turn round !
Here the blood floweth rotten and lukewarm and with a scum through all veins. Spit at the great city, which is the great rubbish heap where all the scum simmereth together!
Spit at this town of the pressed-in souls and the narrow breasts, the pointed eyes and the sticky fingers
At this town of obtruders, impudent ones, writers and bawlers, of over-heated ambitious ones
Where all that is tainted, feigned, lustful, dust- ful, over-mellow, ulcer-yellow, conspiring, ulcerateth together
Spit at the great city and turn round ! "
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