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Then did Life answer me thus, and kept thereby her fine ears closed:
"O Zarathustra! Crack not so terribly with your whip! You know surely that noise kills thought,- and just now there came to me such delicate thoughts.
We are both of us genuine ne'er-do-wells and ne'er-do-ills. Beyond good and evil found we our island and our green meadow- we two alone! Therefore must we be friendly to each other!
And even should we not love each other from the bottom of our hearts,- must we then have a grudge against each other if we do not love each other perfectly?
And that I am friendly to you, and often too friendly, that know you: and the reason is that I am envious of your Wisdom. Ah, this mad old fool, Wisdom!
If your Wisdom should one day run away from you, ah! then would also my love run away from you quickly."-
Then did Life look thoughtfully behind and around, and said softly: "O Zarathustra, you are not faithful enough to me!
You love me not nearly so much as you say; I know you think of soon leaving me.
There is an old heavy, heavy, booming-clock: it booms by night up to your cave:-
-When you hear this clock strike the hours at midnight, then think you between one and twelve thereon-
-You think thereon, O Zarathustra, I know it- of soon leaving me!"-
