III + 

And once more began Zarathustra to speak. “O my new friends,” said he⁠—“ye strange ones, ye higher men, how well do ye now please me⁠— + 

“⁠—Since ye have again become joyful! Ye have, verily, all blossomed forth: it seemeth to me that for such flowers as you, new festivals are required. + 

“⁠—A little valiant nonsense, some divine service and ass-festival, some old joyful Zarathustra fool, some blusterer to blow your souls bright. + 

“Forget not this night and this ass-festival, ye higher men! That did ye devise when with me, that do I take as a good omen⁠—such things only the convalescents devise! + 

“And should ye celebrate it again, this ass-festival, do it from love to yourselves, do it also from love to me! And in remembrance of me!” + 

Thus spake Zarathustra. + 