For it seemed to him a sign of convalescence. 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. The sky gazeth brightly thereon, the world lieth deep. Thus spake Zarathustra.
New hopes are in their arms and legs, their hearts expand.
They find new words, soon will their spirits breathe wantonness. Not long will it be ere they devise festivals, and put up memorials to their old joys. Uncomely goeth he through the world. Grey is the favourite colour in which he wrappeth his virtue. Beyond good and evil is thy domain.