The Most Dangerous Game

the world were put here to give the strong pleasure. I am strong. Why should I not use my gift

is for the strong, to be lived by the strong, and, if needs be, taken by the strong.

but it was like trying to see through a blanket.

The world is made up of two classes—the hunters and the huntees.

rather think they understand one thing—fear. The fear of pain and the fear of death."

"Ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," remarked the general, "but he has the misfortune to be deaf and dumb. A simple fellow, but, I'm afraid, like all his race, a bit of a savage."

"Is he Russian?"

"He is a Cossack," said the general, and his smile showed red lips and pointed teeth. "So am I."

his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night from which Rainsford had come.

only by the merest chance

God-forsaken place.

"Don't talk rot