golden-comb-honey

Updated: May 1, 2025

For now a cry of distress calleth me hastily away from thee. Also, shouldst thou find new honey with me, ice-cold, golden-comb-honey, eat it! Now, however, take leave at once of thy kine, thou strange one! thou amiable one! though it be hard for thee. For they are thy warmest friends and preceptors!" "One excepted, whom I hold still dearer," answered the voluntary beggar.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche - Thus Spake Zarathustra : A book for all and none

But see that honey is there ready to hand, yellow, white, good, ice-cool, golden-comb-honey. For know that when aloft I will make the honey-sacrifice."

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche - Thus Spake Zarathustra : A book for all and none