"On my honour, friend," Zarathustra answered, "what thou speakest of doth not exist: there is no devil nor hell. Thy soul will be dead even sooner than thy body: henceforward fear nothing."
The man looked up suspiciously : "If thou speakest truth," he said, "losing my life I lose nothing. Then I am not much more than an animal which by means of blows and titbits hath been taught to dance."
