XVI + 

“He who learneth much unlearneth all violent cravings”⁠—that do people now whisper to one another in all the dark lanes. + 

“Wisdom wearieth, nothing is worth while; thou shalt not crave!”⁠—this new table found I hanging even in the public markets. + 

Break up for me, O my brethren, break up also that new table! The weary-o’-the-world put it up, and the preachers of death and the jailer: for lo, it is also a sermon for slavery:⁠— + 

Because they learned badly and not the best, and everything too early and everything too fast; because they ate badly: from thence hath resulted their ruined stomach;⁠— + 

—For a ruined stomach, is their spirit: it persuadeth to death! For verily, my brethren, the spirit is a stomach! + 

Life is a well of delight, but to him in whom the ruined stomach speaketh, the father of affliction, all fountains are poisoned. + 

To discern: that is delight to the lion-willed! But he who hath become weary, is himself merely “willed”; with him play all the waves. + 

And such is always the nature of weak men: they lose themselves on their way. And at last asketh their weariness: “Why did we ever go on the way? All is indifferent!” + 

To them soundeth it pleasant to have preached in their ears: “Nothing is worth while! Ye shall not will!” That, however, is a sermon for slavery. + 

O my brethren, a fresh blustering wind cometh Zarathustra unto all way-weary ones; many noses will he yet make sneeze! + 

Even through walls bloweth my free breath, and in into prisons and imprisoned spirits! + 

Willing emancipateth: for willing is creating: so do I teach. And only for creating shall ye learn! + 

And also the learning shall ye learn only from me, the learning well!⁠—He who hath ears let him hear! + 