“At this point, however, Zarathustra could not restrain himself any longer, raised his stick, and started to beat the moaning man with all his might. ‘Stop it!’ he shouted at him furiously. ‘Stop it, you actorl You counterfeiter! You liar from the bottom! I recognize you well! I'll warm your legs for you, you wicked magician. I know well how to make things hot for such as you.’”
Thus Spoke Zarathustra