51. LI. ON PASSING-BY. (continued)
There is here also much piety, and much faithful spittle-licking and
spittle-backing, before the God of Hosts.
"From on high," drippeth the star, and the gracious spittle; for the high,
longeth every starless bosom.
The moon hath its court, and the court hath its moon-calves: unto all,
however, that cometh from the court do the mendicant people pray, and all
appointable mendicant virtues.
"I serve, thou servest, we serve"--so prayeth all appointable virtue to the
prince: that the merited star may at last stick on the slender breast!
But the moon still revolveth around all that is earthly: so revolveth also
the prince around what is earthliest of all--that, however, is the gold of
The God of the Hosts of war is not the God of the golden bar; the prince
proposeth, but the shopman--disposeth!
By all that is luminous and strong and good in thee, O Zarathustra! Spit
on this city of shopmen and return back!
Here floweth all blood putridly and tepidly and frothily through all veins:
spit on the great city, which is the great slum where all the scum frotheth
Spit on the city of compressed souls and slender breasts, of pointed eyes
and sticky fingers--
--On the city of the obtrusive, the brazen-faced, the pen-demagogues and
tongue-demagogues, the overheated ambitious:--
Where everything maimed, ill-famed, lustful, untrustful, over-mellow,
sickly-yellow and seditious, festereth pernicious:--
--Spit on the great city and turn back!--
Here, however, did Zarathustra interrupt the foaming fool, and shut his
Stop this at once! called out Zarathustra, long have thy speech and thy
species disgusted me!