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380 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV
thou venerable one ; for I love all pious men. But now a cry for help calleth me in haste away from thee.
In my province no one shall suffer injury. My cave is a good harbour. And best of all would I like to set every sad one on firm land and on firm legs once more.
But who would take thy melancholy off thy shoul- ders ? For that I am too weak. A long time, verily, we should have to wait before one would re-awaken thy God.
For this old God liveth no more. He is quite dead."
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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