Man is a rope, tied between beast and Superman--a rope over an abyss.
There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.
In solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too. Therefore solitude is inadvisable to many.
The beast in us must be[78] wheedled: ethic is necessary, that we may not be torn to pieces.