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The excerpt is taken from the story " The Most Dangerous Game" written by Richard Connell.
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Rainsford and Whitney are the two main characters in the story of " The Most Dangerous Game". It was written by the famous author, Richard Connell.
In the story both Whitney and Rainsford went out hunting and travelling in a yatch and they enter into a conversation of the way of the game. It is the game of the prey and how it feels when they are being hunted.
During their conversation the author portrays the character Whitney as a man of feelings. He thinks and feels that animals can understand fear and has empathy for the game.
While on the other hand, Rainsford believes that the world is divided into two part, one who hunts and the other who are hunted. He has no feeling and no empathy for the game. Rainsford is arrogant in nature. Rainsford sees himself lucky as he is the one hunts others.
Both of them were travelling by an island that is famous for its evil stories. Thus the mood of the story in the second part become mysterious and full of suspense.
Later in the story, it turns out that Rainsford falls from the yatch into the water and he ended up swimming to the mysterious island. Here he will be hunted like an animal by General Zaroff.
In the epilogue of Into the Wild, Krakauer describes traveling with Chris's parents to the site of the bus where he died. Billie and Walt have been devastated by their son's death, but they are both glad to see where he lived and died. They take in small reminders of his presence there and leave a plaque in his memory.
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March Evening by Amy Lowell As day comes to an end, it succumbs to the drizzle of the evening. Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light, Wet, black branches are barred and entwined. The speaker rushes for shelter as the drizzle of the evening envelopes her. 0 Daytime is tired and worn down from all the rain and wind. Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot Dents into pools where a foot has been. Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen. O Day tries to protect itself from evening by cloaking itself against the rain. Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers Scattering wide at a stronger gust. Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust. Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow, Wrapping the mists round her withering form, Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow Travails to birth in the womb of the storm.Explanation:
