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Everything with them speaketh, no one knoweth how to understand. Everything falleth .into the water, nothing falleth into deep wells any more.
Everything with them speaketh, nothing more succeedeth and cometh unto an end. Everything doth cackle, but who will sit still on the nest and hatch eggs ?
Everything with them speaketh, everything is spoken into pieces. And what yesterday was too hard for time itself and its tooth, to-day hangeth out of the mouths of the folk of to-day scraped and gnawed into pieces.
Everything with them speaketh, everything is be- trayed. And what once was called secret and a secrecy of deep souls, to-day belongeth unto the trumpeters of the streets and other butterflies.
Oh, human kind, how strange thou art ! Thou noise in dark lanes ! Now thou again liest bShind me ! My greatest danger lieth behind me!
In sparing and pity lay always my greatest danger; and all human kind wisheth to be spared and endured.
With truths kept back, with a foolish hand and a befooled heart, and rich with the small lies of pity thus have I always lived among men.
Disguised I sat among them, ready to mistake myself in order to endure them, and willingly trying to persuade myself : ' Thou fool, thou dost not know men 1 '
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