Buddhist Warfare, argues Wharton, forms an accurate history of violence in the name of religion.
His place was southeast Texas in the 20th century, Wharton and other small towns like it.
So in the end, another crop of 35-year-old Wharton and Harvard MBAs gets to spend their multimillion-dollar windfalls.
Instead Wharton decided to reach for literary heights and provide not just voyeuristic pleasure but a great and tragic heroine.
A Wharton M.B.A., she was the former CEO of the digital advertising agency Digitas, and she quickly set about revamping the unit.
"We'll let it go at that," Mr. Wharton returned ambiguously.
Wharton was philosophically, politically, and fashionably profligate.
Miss Wharton found her, and asked if she was having a good time.
"There you had the advantage of me," said Wharton, still laughing.
He did write to Mr. Wharton, but in doing so he altogether laid aside that flighty manner which for a while had annoyed her.