It would be my sense that the Beast has no voice. It is raw instinct, emotion, passion, anger, lust, hunger, pain, fear, satiation, thirst, longing, all the yin and yang that lies underneath thought. Name it what you like, but I think Freud had it described in terms of the id, ego, and super ego, working in that order from basal drives on up.
The boundaries dividing those parts of us defines our civility, and in turn our self control.
To assign an intellectual strategy to the Beast would be akin to expecting a newborn to drive to the store and plan next week's menu. I'm sure someone might have a far funnier analogy than I have come up with.