32O THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III
wanteth songs also, he wanteth other songs than the convalescent one."
" O ye buffoons and barrel-organs, be silent ! " Zara- thustra answered and smiled at his animals. "How will ye know what comfort I invented for myself in seven days !
That I was compelled to sing again that comfort I invented for myself and that convalescence. Are ye going to make at once a barrel-organ song even out of that?"
" Speak no further," his animals answered once more. " Rather, thou convalescent one, make first a lyre, a new lyre !
For, behold, O Zarathustra! For thy new songs new lyres are requisite.
Sing and foam over, O Zarathustra, heal thy soul with new songs, that thou mayest carry thy great fate that hath not yet been any man's fate !
For thine animals know well, O Zarathustra, who thou art and must become. Behold, thou art the teacher of eternal recurrence. That is now thy fate !
That thou hast to be the first to teach this doc- trine how should this great fate not also be thy greatest danger and illness ?
Behold, we know what thou teachest ; that all things recur eternally, ourselves included ; and that we have been there infinite times before, and all things with us.
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