FOURTH AND LAST PART.
67. LXVII. THE UGLIEST MAN.
--And again did Zarathustra's feet run through mountains and forests, and
his eyes sought and sought, but nowhere was he to be seen whom they wanted
to see--the sorely distressed sufferer and crier. On the whole way,
however, he rejoiced in his heart and was full of gratitude. "What good
things," said he, "hath this day given me, as amends for its bad beginning!
What strange interlocutors have I found!
At their words will I now chew a long while as at good corn; small shall my
teeth grind and crush them, until they flow like milk into my soul!"--
When, however, the path again curved round a rock, all at once the
landscape changed, and Zarathustra entered into a realm of death. Here
bristled aloft black and red cliffs, without any grass, tree, or bird's
voice. For it was a valley which all animals avoided, even the beasts of
prey, except that a species of ugly, thick, green serpent came here to die
when they became old. Therefore the shepherds called this valley:
Zarathustra, however, became absorbed in dark recollections, for it seemed
to him as if he had once before stood in this valley. And much heaviness
settled on his mind, so that he walked slowly and always more slowly, and
at last stood still. Then, however, when he opened his eyes, he saw
something sitting by the wayside shaped like a man, and hardly like a man,
something nondescript. And all at once there came over Zarathustra a great
shame, because he had gazed on such a thing. Blushing up to the very roots
of his white hair, he turned aside his glance, and raised his foot that he
might leave this ill-starred place. Then, however, became the dead
wilderness vocal: for from the ground a noise welled up, gurgling and
rattling, as water gurgleth and rattleth at night through stopped-up water-pipes;
and at last it turned into human voice and human speech:--it sounded
"Zarathustra! Zarathustra! Read my riddle! Say, say! WHAT IS THE
REVENGE ON THE WITNESS?
I entice thee back; here is smooth ice! See to it, see to it, that thy
pride do not here break its legs!