He had been reading his Nietzsche--always a danger to him!---and had set out, as a consequence, for the mountains. Nietzsche's sonorous words, spoken as his prophet, Zarathustra, came to him as he climbed: "I am a wanderer and a mountain-climber (he said to his heart), I do not like the plains and it seems I cannot sit still for long. And whatever may yet come to me as fate and experience---a wandering and a mountain-climbing will be in it: in the final analysis one experiences only oneself...."
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