鈥擜nd Zarathustra ran and ran, but he found no one else, and was alone and ever found himself again; he enjoyed and quaffed his solitude, and thought of good things鈥攆or hours. About the hour of noontide, however, when the sun stood exactly over Zarathustra鈥檚 head, he passed an old, bent and gnarled tree, which was encircled round by the ardent love of a vine, and hidden from itself; from this there hung yellow grapes in abundance, confronting the wanderer. Then he felt inclined to quench a little thirst, and to break off for himself a cluster of grapes. When, however, he had already his arm out-stretched for that purpose, he felt still more inclined for something else鈥攏amely, to lie down beside the tree at the hour of perfect noontide and sleep. 用下载播放器免费在线观看,手机在线观看！ 鈥淵ou know it?鈥?cried Bocardon, joyously. THEREBY, however, dost thou belong to the light-dreading type, to whom light never permitteth repose: now must thou daily thrust thy head deeper into obscurity and vapour! Ah! Ah! The dog howleth, the moon shineth. Rather will I die, rather will I die, than say unto you what my midnight-heart now thinketh.