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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: horse. And I loathe the high horse. I am in a position of
special moral superiority to men who are on the whole as good
men as I am or better. That shows all the time. You see the
sort of man I am. I've a broad streak of personal vanity. I
fag easily. I'm short-tempered. I've other things, as you
perceive. When I fag I become obtuse, I repeat and bore, I
get viciously ill-tempered, I suffer from an intolerable
sense of ill usage. Then that ass, Wagstaffe, who ought to be
working with me steadily, sees his chance to be pleasantly
witty. He gets a laugh round the table at my expense. Young
Dent, the more intelligent of the labour men, reads me a
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