The well-fed man is an animal because satiety is the self-contentedness of the body.

And the self-contentedness of the spirit also turns man into animal." Again he started as though all his veins and muscles were suddenly strained, and again he began to run about the room in seething agitation.
"A self-contented man is the hardened swelling on the breast of society.
He is my sworn enemy.

He fills himself up with cheap truths, with gnawed morsels of musty wisdom, and he exists like a storeroom where a stingy housewife keeps all sorts of rubbish which is absolutely unnecessary to her, and worthless.

If you touch such a man, if you open the door into him, the stench of decay will be breathed upon you, and a stream of some musty trash will be poured into the air you breathe.

These unfortunate people call themselves men of firm character, men of principles and convictions.