He saw no sign of a trail through the closely knit web of weeds and trees; it was easier to go along the shore, and Rainsford floundered along by the water. He caught hold of a springy young sapling and to it he fastened his hunting knife, with the blade pointing down the trail; with a bit of wild grapevine he tied back the sapling. In his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at Rainsford's heart. If I wish to hunt, why should I not? The cat was coming again to play with the mouse. Why should I not use my gift? Somewhere, off in the blackness, someone had fired a gun three times.
There was a chance that his cries could be heard by someone aboard the yacht, but that chance was slender and grew more slender as the yacht raced on. I have heard that in America businessmen often go to pieces when they give up the business that has been their life. This is where most of the story takes place. Naturally, I continued to hunt--grizzliest in your Rockies, crocodiles in the Ganges, rhinoceroses in East Africa. Rainsford attempts to explain himself and soon a military-looking Russian man calls the giant, whose name is Ivan, off of Rainsford.
Why had the general smiled? The fancy, polished exterior of the mansion is a facade for the barbarous activities that take place under the cover of night. He feeds his host to the hounds and hits the hay for a good night's sleep. Zaroff states that he now hunts far more dangerous game on his island. This demonstrates Zaroff's twisted logic and his somewhat paradoxical definition of civilization. Nothing escaped those searching black eyes, no crushed blade of grass, no bent twig, no mark, no matter how faint, in the moss.
Lesson Summary In the exposition of the story, the reader is introduced to the main character, other main characters, and the setting. A man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there. An evil place can, so to speak, broadcast vibrations of evil. Of course you, in turn, must agree to say nothing of your visit here. Attempting to convince Rainsford, Zaroff explains how he stocks the island, that he has a training school, and that he makes sure all of his 'specimens' are in optimal hunting condition when he releases them to be hunted. A very inferior lot, I regret to say.
He saw that straight flight was futile; inevitably it would bring him face to face with the sea. Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff; just ahead of him Rainsford made out another figure whose wide shoulders surged through the tall jungle weeds; it was the giant Ivan, and he seemed pulled forward by some unseen force; Rainsford knew that Ivan must be holding the pack in leash. These forces can be anything from two human beings to a human being against an inhuman force. But I think I can show you that your scruples are quite ill founded. Me He made a hunter. But as he forged along he saw to his great astonishment that all the lights were in one enormous building--a lofty structure with pointed towers plunging upward into the gloom. Dusk came, then darkness, and still he pressed on.
But then the truth comes out: he's actually the perfect psychopath. Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leaped back with the agility of an ape. We try to be civilized here. Simply put, the main conflict is that Rainsford is trapped on unfamiliar territory and must escape from Zaroff, a barbaric man, to survive. He lunged for it; a short, hoarse cry came from his lips as he realized he had reached too far and had lost his balance. Yes, he was a monster. After landing, he swims back to the chateau where Zaroff resides.
It would be impossible for me to tell you how many animals I have killed. But it's gotten into sailor lore, somehow. Sometimes I think evil is a tangible thing--with wave lengths, just as sound and light have. He did not have to wait long. He sought to throw open the door; it would not open.
Then he leaped far out into the sea. The trap only wounds Zaroff, who returns to the chateau and promises to kill Rainsford the following night. The lights of the yacht became faint and ever-vanishing fireflies; then they were blotted out entirely by the night. He came upon them as he turned a crook in the coast line; and his first thought was that be had come upon a village, for there were many lights. Rainsford, with an effort, held his tongue in check. The lights from the windows sent a flickering illumination that made grotesque patterns on the courtyard below, and Rainsford could see moving about there a dozen or so huge black shapes; as they turned toward him, their eyes glittered greenly.
I hunt the scum of the earth: sailors from tramp ships--lassars, blacks, Chinese, whites, mongrels--a thoroughbred horse or hound is worth more than a score of them. You can imagine my feelings, Mr. On the other hand, he has a sinister, dark side that leads him to hunt men for sport. What would we think of him if he had not come from such a privileged background? He leaped upon the rail and balanced himself there, to get greater elevation; his pipe, striking a rope, was knocked from his mouth. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. Now you want clothes, food, rest. Rainsford responds that only one animal can reason.