OF THE PITIFUL
" My friends, a mocking speech hath come unto your friend : ' Behold Zarathustra ! Doth he not walk among us as among animals ? '
But it is better said thus : ' The perceiving one walketh among men as being animals.'
Man himself is called by the perceiving one : the animal with red cheeks.
How did he get them ? Was it not because he had occasion so often to be ashamed?
my friends ! Thus speaketh the perceiving one : ' Shame, shame, shame, that is the history of man ! '
That is why the noble one maketh it his law never to make anybody ashamed. He maketh it his law to be ashamed in presence of all that suffereth.
Verily, I like them not, the merciful who are blessed in their mercy. Too much they are lacking in the sense of shame.
If I must be pitiful, I do not wish to be called so ; and if I am so, I like to be so at a distance.
1 also like to veil my head and flee before being recognised ; and thus I ask you to do, my friends !