And once thou art awake, then shalt thou ever remain awake. It is not my custom to awake great-grandmothers out of their sleep that I may bid them⁠—sleep on!

Thou stirrest, stretchest thyself, wheezest? Up! Up! Not wheeze, shalt thou⁠—but speak unto me! Zarathustra calleth thee, Zarathustra the godless!

I, Zarathustra, the advocate of living, the advocate of suffering, the advocate of the circuit⁠—thee do I call, my most abysmal thought!

Joy to me! Thou comest⁠—I hear thee! Mine abyss speaketh , my lowest depth have I turned over into the light!

Joy to me! Come hither! Give me thy hand⁠⸺ha! let be! aha!⁠⸺Disgust, disgust, disgust⁠⸻alas to me!