Friday, August 28, 2015

How does Zaroff justify his hunting of human beings in "The Most Dangerous Game"?

Zaroff's decision to hunt human beings comes from his
general boredom from killing wild animals.


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"I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No
thrill left in tigers, no real
danger."



Although he had
killed more animals than he could remember, they no longer were a challenge for the
Cossack. Neither the cape buffalo, which Rainsford called the most dangerous of all
animals, nor the jaguar, for which Zaroff traveled to the Amazon to hunt, interested him
anymore. He worried that he would "go to pieces" without his greatest love. They no
longer fascinated him.


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"Simply this:
hunting had ceased to be what you call 'a sporting proposition.' It had become too easy.
I always got my quarry. Always. There is no greater bore than
perfection."



The animal's
instinct was no match for human reasoning, Zaroff told Rainsford. This tragic
realization was the inspiration for a new type of hunt with a different type of
prey.


Zaroff believed
that


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"Life is for the
strong, to be lived by the strong, and, if needs be, taken by the strong. The weak of
the world were put here to give the strong pleasure. I am strong. Why should I not use
my gift?"



Zaroff, a nobleman,
did not view humans as equals. He believed he had the right to hunt, in what he
considered a civilized manner, 


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     "... 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."
    
"But they are men," said Rainsford hotly.
    
"Precisely," said the general. "That is why I use them. It gives me
pleasure. They can reason, after a fashion. So they are
dangerous."


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