So he slipped out into the open air and spake to his animals. And Zarathustra stopped his ears, for just then did the YE-A of the ass mix strangely with the noisy jubilation of those higher men. Und enden will er. The sky gazeth brightly thereon, the world lieth deep. They bite at it, my bait taketh, there departeth also from them their enemy, the spirit of gravity.
New hopes are in their arms and legs, their hearts expand.
They find new words, soon will their spirits breathe wantonness. Armen und Beinen, ihr Herz streckt sich aus. Sie finden neue Worte, bald wird ihr Geist Muthwillen athmen. Not long will it be ere they devise festivals, and put up memorials to their old joys. Uncomely goeth he through the world.