and said
“What do
these
houses
mean?
Verily, no
great soul
put them
up as its
simile!
Did
perhaps a
silly
child take
them out
of its
toy-box?
Would that
another
child put
them again
into the
box! And
these
rooms and
chambers—can
men go out
and in
there?
They seem
to be made
for silk
dolls; or
for
dainty-eaters,
who
perhaps
let others
eat with
them.” And
Zarathustra
stood
still and
meditated.
At last he
said
sorrowfully:
“There
hath
everything
