Like the flesh coloured tights of Madame Saqui, it causes a scandal. The fair is where the rope-walkers makes his living, using his own jacks to lift the anchored rope some twelve feet into the air. The gestures of Girl swinging blondin tightrope walker would look absurd to anyone unaware that he was Girl swinging blondin over the void and over death. After a while consciousness returned to the injured man, and he saw Zarathustra kneeling beside him. As the song goes:.