That great part in Chesterton where he makes nietszche embody violence and glory and assertion of will, and makes Tolstoy embody altruism and selfless simplicity. And then focuses of Joan of arc, who loved the peasant selfless life better than Tolstoy, and personally pursued violence and glory more than nietszche ever did. She outpaces both (weak) ideals without ever espousing them. You know what this means.