After all, if you do not show me the one who ordered me, by your words, to beat it wicked, so you'll be a liar and ponesesh punishment for slander. – Well, – said softly Zarathustra. – But let justice. If I show you someone who controls you, then you let your servant. After all, according to the law office can not keep a servant. All right? Then watch.
With these words Zarathustra took the stone and lifted it, let it go. – You see, the stone fell. And I just picked it up off the ground, no pushing or throwing. He fell. This means that the stone fell on his own? – Do not tell me, stranger, – smirked craftsman. – Do not try to pretend to be a fool, you dropped it myself! – Take your time – stopped his Zarathustra. And, again raising the stone, put it in the cart, stand nearby. – Well.
Now stone did not fall. Maybe he does not want to fall? Or it interferes with the cart? When your servant drank your wine, it caused your anger. Is this true? And this anger you pushed to take up a stick. I think with that you also will not argue. Your anger rose from Action thy servant, as the stone rose from my actions. You said that the rock fall forced me. Hence, you got to fight your slave. So here's the one who controls you. By the time the dispute had gathered around A large crowd of curious onlookers, who began with the words of Zarathustra and shout loud laugh unhappy artisan: – Look at him! This is a fool by his own command of the slave. Craftsman in despair clutched head and sat down in the dust. – O woe is me! Where did you come, stranger! What did you come to disgrace me! To me, the common man, to compete with you in stealth? Confusing me with their insidious speeches, you robbed me of my own the best of my employees.
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