A long twilight limped on before me, a fatally weary, fatally intoxicated sadness, which spake with yawning mouth. Then did his animals prevent him from speaking further. And when the sound also want songs, then want they other songs than the convalescent. For thy new lays there are needed new lyres. Now do I die and disappear,' wouldst thou say, 'and in a moment I am nothing.
Souls are as mortal as bodies.
I myself pertain to the causes of the eternal return. I have spoken my word. The hour hath now come for the down-goer to bless himself. The serpent, however, and the eagle, when they found him silent in such wise, respected the great stillness around him, and prudently retired.