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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: single-barrelled rifles, the Emperor allowing no more on this
occasion.'
"I share the Emperor's delight in shooting, but I am no butcher,
and do not need the royal relish of blood to my sport. And I do
not share my ancestors' taste in statuary. Hence--" Here Trefusis
opened a drawer, took out a pistol, and fired at the Hebe in the
farthest niche.
"Well done!" said Erskine coolly, as the last fragment of Hebe's
head crumbled at the touch of the bullet.
"Very fruitlessly done," said Trefusis. "I am a good shot, but of
what use is it to me? None. I once met a gamekeeper who was a
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