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346 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV
in-and-for-me in all things fish tJtat out for me, bring that up unto me! For it I wait, the most malicious of all fish-catchers.
Out, out, my hook ! In, down, bait of my happi- ness ! Drop thy sweetest dew, honey of my heart ! Bite, my hook, into the womb of all black affliction!
Out, out, mine eye! Oh, how many seas round about me, what dawning futures of men ! And above me what rose-red stillness ! What cloudless silence ! "
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