The best belongeth unto mine and me; and if it be not given us, then do we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the strongest thoughts, the fairest women!

Thus spake Zarathustra; the king on the right however answered and said: Strange! Did one ever hear such sensible things out of the mouth of a wise man?

And verily, it is the strangest thing in a wise man if over and above he be still sensible, and not an ass.

Thus spake the king on the right and wondered; the ass however, with ill-will, said Ye-a to his remark. This however was the beginning of that long repast which is called ‘The Supper’ in the history-books. At this there was nothing else spoken of but the higher man.