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” And Zarathustra stood still and reflected. At last he said sadly: “Everything has become smaller! Everywhere I see lower gates: those who are of my kind probably still go through, but they must stoop. Oh, when shall I get back to my homeland, where I need no longer stoop—no longer stoop before those who are small?” And Zarathustra sighed and look