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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James: wrong. "It isn't that I AM a blockhead?" he asked between
faintness and grimness. "It isn't that it's all a mistake?"
"A mistake?" she pityingly echoed. THAT possibility, for her, he
saw, would be monstrous; and if she guaranteed him the immunity
from pain it would accordingly not be what she had in mind. "Oh
no," she declared; "it's nothing of that sort. You've been right."
Yet he couldn't help asking himself if she weren't, thus pressed,
speaking but to save him. It seemed to him he should be most in a
hole if his history should prove all a platitude. "Are you telling
me the truth, so that I shan't have been a bigger idiot than I can
bear to know? I HAVEN'T lived with a vain imagination, in the most
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