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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: the book under his arm, he clumped down-stairs and solemnly began to read,
under the piano-lamp:
"A twilight like blue dust sifted into the shallow fold of the thickly wooded
hills. It was early October, but a crisping frost had already stamped the
maple trees with gold, the Spanish oaks were hung with patches of wine red,
the sumach was brilliant in the darkening underbrush. A pattern of wild geese,
flying low and unconcerned above the hills, wavered against the serene ashen
evening. Howat Penny, standing in the comparative clearing of a road, decided
that the shifting regular flight would not come close enough for a shot.... He
had no intention of hunting the geese. With the drooping of day his keenness
had evaporated; an habitual indifference strengthened, permeating him...."
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