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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: ruthlessness, and a bad smell.
"Hold hard, old boy!" chuckled Beverly, to whom I communicated this
sentiment. "How do you know the stink of one generation does not become
the perfume of the next?" Beverly, when he troubled to put a thing at all
(which was seldom--for he kept his quite good brains well-nigh
perpetually turned out to grass--or rather to grass widows) always put it
well, and with a bracing vocabulary. "Hullo!" he now exclaimed, and
walked out into the middle of the roadway, where he picked up a parasol.
"Kitty will be in a jolly old stew. None of its expensive bones broken
however." And then he hailed me by a name of our youth." What are you
doing down here, you old sourbelly?"
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