it like to speak with smoke and roaring- to make believe, like you, that it speaks out of the heart of things.
For it seeks by all means to be the most important creature on earth, the state; and people think it so."
When I had said this, the fire-dog acted as if mad with envy. "What!" cried he, "the most important creature on earth? And people think it so?" And so much vapor and terrible voices came out of his throat, that I thought he would choke with vexation and envy.
At last he became calmer and his panting subsided; as soon, however, as he was quiet, I said laughingly:
"You are angry, fire-dog: so I am in the right about you!
And that I may also maintain the right, hear the story of another fire-dog; he speaks actually out of the heart of the earth.
Gold does his breath exhale, and golden rain: so does his heart desire. What are ashes and smoke and hot dregs to him!
Laughter flits from him like a variegated cloud; adverse is he to your gargling and spewing and grips in the bowels!
The gold, however, and the laughter- these does he take out of the heart of the earth: for, that you mayst know it,- the heart of the earth is of gold."
When the fire-dog heard this, he could no longer endure to listen to me. Abashed did he draw in his tail, said "bow-wow!" in a cowed voice, and crept down into his cave.-
Thus told Zarathustra. His disciples, however, hardly listened to him: so great was their eagerness to tell him about the sailors, the rabbits, and the flying man.
"What am I to think of it!" said Zarathustra. "Am I indeed a ghost?
But it may have been my shadow. You have surely heard something of the Wanderer and his Shadow?
