《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第四部》第26节
Thus spake the peaceful one, and puffed himself and perspired with his words: so that the kine wondered anew. Zarathustra, however, kept looking into his face with a smile, all the time the man talked so severely—and shook silently his head. “Thou doest violence to thyself, thou Preacher-on-the-Mount, when thou usest such severe words. For such severity neither thy mouth nor thine eye have been given thee. Nor, methinketh, hath thy stomach either: unto IT all such rage and hatred and foaming-over is repugnant. Thy stomach wanteth softer things: thou art not a butcher. Rather seemest thou to me a plant-eater and a root-man. Perhaps thou grindest corn. Certainly, however, thou art averse to fleshly joys, and thou lovest honey.” “Thou hast divined me well,” answered the voluntary beggar, with lightened heart. “I love honey, I also grind corn; for I have sought out what tasteth sweetly and maketh pure breath: —Also what requireth a long time, a day’s-work and a mouth’s-work for gentle idlers and sluggards. Furthest, to be sure, have those kine carried it: they have devised ruminating and lying in the sun. They also abstain from all heavy thoughts which inflate the heart.” —“Well!” said Zarathustra, “thou shouldst also see MINE animals, mine eagle and my serpent,—their like do not at present exist on earth. Behold, thither leadeth the way to my cave: be to-night its guest. And talk to mine animals of the happiness of animals,— —Until I myself come home. For now a cry of distress calleth me hastily away from thee. Also, shouldst thou find new honey with me, ice-cold, golden-comb-honey, eat it! Now, however, take leave at once of thy kine, thou strange one! thou amiable one! though it be hard for thee. For they are thy warmest friends and preceptors!”— —“One excepted, whom I hold still dearer,” answered the voluntary beggar. “Thou thyself art good, O Zarathustra, and better even than a cow!” “Away, away with thee! thou evil flatterer!” cried Zarathustra mischievously, “why dost thou spoil me with such praise and flattery-honey? “Away, away from me!” cried he once more, and heaved his stick at the fond beggar, who, however, ran nimbly away.
注释摘要
自愿的乞丐那一长段激昂的控诉，言辞之间满是“暴民”“镀金的虚伪贱民”“扒手与拾荒者的后代”这类激烈的字眼，以至于他说得气喘吁吁、大汗淋漓，连周围的牛群都重新感到了惊奇。可查拉图斯特拉始终微笑着注视他的脸，一言不发地摇头。这个摇头意味深长，它不是驳斥，而是一种洞穿——查拉图斯特拉看得很清楚：这个人嘴里在咒骂，但他的嘴、他的眼睛、乃至他的胃，都不属于一个真正满…