Document

* WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake
  of his home, and went into the mountains.  There he enjoyed his
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
  spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it.  But
  at last his heart changed, - and rising one morning with the rosy
  dawn, he went before the sun, and spake thus unto it: Thou great star!
  What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou
  shinest!

Some text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
some more text

x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
blah blah