Thus Spoke Zarathustra · Chapter
Among Daughters of the Desert explained
Zarathustra's shadow, the wanderer, pleads with Zarathustra to stay, fearing a return of melancholy.
What happens
Zarathustra's shadow, the wanderer, pleads with Zarathustra to stay, fearing a return of melancholy. He recalls a song he once composed among Oriental maidens in the desert, celebrating clear, bright air and playful, enigmatic femininity. The shadow sings a whimsical, self-mocking poem about sitting in an oasis, surrounded by maidens named Dudu and Suleika, and contrasts the desert's vitality with the damp gloom of Old Europe.
Themes in this chapter
Solitude and Companionship
The shadow pleads for Zarathustra's company to ward off melancholy, yet the song celebrates a past moment of lighthearted companionship.
Critique of Herd Morality
The shadow mocks 'European honour' and 'moral roaring,' contrasting it with the free, unburdened air of the desert.
Characters to notice
- The Shadow
The wanderer who calls himself Zarathustra's shadow; he sings a song recalling his time among daughters of the desert.
- Zarathustra
Addressed by the shadow, who urges him to stay and praises the strong, clear air of his cave.
- The Magician
The shadow takes the old magician's harp to sing his song.
- The Pope Out of Service
Mentioned as having tears in his eyes and being overcome by melancholy.
- The Higher Men
The kings and others present are implied as part of the group the shadow addresses.
Key passages
“The deserts grow: woe him who doth them hide!”
The desert expands; pity the one who tries to conceal it.
Opening and closing line of the shadow's song, suggesting the inevitability and power of the desert's emptiness.
“With this come I out of Old-Europe, That doubt'th more eagerly than doth any Elderly married woman.”
I come from Old Europe, which doubts more intensely than any old married woman.
The shadow contrasts European skepticism with the desert's simplicity.
“For virtue's out-howl, Ye very dearest maidens, Is more than every European fervour, European hot-hunger!”
The howling of virtue, dear maidens, surpasses all European passion and craving.
Satirizes European moral earnestness as a kind of loud, performative virtue.