The Most Dangerous Game
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When I shot some of his prize turkeys with it, he did not punish me; he complimented me on my marksmanship. I killed my first bear in the Caucasus when I was ten. My whole life has been one prolonged hunt. I went into the army--it was expected of noblemen's sons--and for a time commanded a division of Cossack cavalry, but my real interest was always the hunt. I have hunted every kind of game in every land. It would be impossible for me to tell you how many animals I have killed."
The general puffed at his cigarette.
"After the debacle in Russia I left the country, for it was imprudent for an officer of the Czar to stay there. Many noble Russians lost everything. I, luckily, had invested heavily in American securities, so I shall never have to open a tearoom in Monte Carlo or drive a taxi in Paris. Naturally, I continued to hunt--grizzliest in your Rockies, crocodiles in the Ganges, rhinoceroses in East Africa. It was in Africa that the Cape buffalo hit me and laid me up for six months. As soon
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Nothing to say about the narrative, it gets most from the naivish story, but the book is for the easily impressed.
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This is top-drawer; please disregard the two angst-ridden 1-star reviewers who were forced to read this before they flunked out of high school. (FYI I have a top-tier MBA and currently command a SWAT team in Afghanistan, thus I consider myself reasonably well-equipped to recommend an adventure story...)