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OF THE VIRTUOUS 13!
Alas, my friends ! That your self be in your action as a mother is in the child, that shall be for me your word of virtue !
Verily, I have taken from you perhaps an hundred words and the dearest playthings of your virtue ; and now ye are angry with me as children are.
They played on the seashore, then came a wave and swept all their toys away into the depth : now they cry.
But the same wave shall bring them new playthings and spread before them new coloured shells.
Thus they will be comforted ; and like them ye also, my friends, shall have your comforts and new col- oured shells ! "
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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