Did perhaps their hearts despond, because lonesomeness had swallowed me like a whale? Did their ear perhaps hearken yearningly-long for me in vain , and for my trumpet-notes and herald-calls?

—Ah! Ever are there but few of those whose hearts have persistent courage and exuberance; and in such remaineth also the spirit patient. The rest, however, are cowardly .

The rest: these are always the great majority, the commonplace, the superfluous, the far-too-many⁠—those all are cowardly!⁠—

Him who is of my type, will also the experiences of my type meet on the way: so that his first companions must be corpses and buffoons.