The Most Dangerous Game

  This week, I read "The Most Dangerous Game" for the third time, and I still love it.
   For me, this story is something that falls between a catagory of sheer irony and complete disbelief.
   I find it hilarious (in an ironic way) that General Zaroff is always so refined, polite, and civilized, yes a completely insane monster ("Ah, yes, Mr. Rainsford. I did install electricity here. In addition to providing fair lighting in all sorts of dreary weather, it also tricks ships into thinking this is a port, and the safe lights really lead their ships onto sharp rocks, wreck their ship, and the survivors wind up on my lovely island so I can kill them. More wine? I had it imported from an expensive vineyard in the hillside of Italy with rare grapes.")
   What I really find interesting is how Rainsford manages to keep his wits about him. I would very likely go insane with panic and throw myself off a cliff to die if I were in his position. That would be better, I think, than getting hunted down like a deer. Plus, please note the story never once tells what Zaroff does with the bodies afterwards....
   The disbelieving part is that Rainsford actually does survive, and is so calm after he kills Zaroff. I'd free the survivors prisoner underneath the mansion, sail away immediately, anything but stay in the house of a murderer. But he manages, and likely sails away afterwards. The only questions I have are if he stays sane afterwards, and of course, still wants to hunt.
   I'd personally become a vegan.