Why did you live so long by the swamp, that you yourself had to become a frog and a toad?
Flows there not a tainted, frothy, swamp-blood in your own veins, when you have thus learned to croak and revile?
Why went you not into the forest? Or why did you not till the ground? Is the sea not full of green islands?
I despise your contempt; and when you warned me- why did you not warn yourself?
Out of love alone shall my contempt and my warning bird take wing; but not out of the swamp!-
They call you my ape, you foaming fool: but I call you my grunting-pig,- by your grunting, you spoil even my praise of folly.
What was it that first made you grunt? Because no one sufficiently flattered you:- therefore did you seat yourself beside this filth, that you might have cause for much grunting,-
-That you might have cause for much vengeance! For vengeance, you vain fool, is all your foaming; I have divined you well!
But your fools'-word injures me, even when you are right! And even if Zarathustra's word were a hundred times justified, you would ever- do wrong with my word!
Thus spoke Zarathustra. Then did he look on the great city and sighed, and was long silent. At last he spoke thus:
I loathe also this great city, and not only this fool. Here and there- there is nothing to better, nothing to worsen.
Woe to this great city!- And I would that I already saw the pillar of fire in which it will be consumed!
For such pillars of fire must precede the great noontide. But this has its time and its own fate.-
