General Zaroff has always been cruel to me, but, as I stand awkwardly by the door, his insult to my people strikes a nerve.
"Ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," he says, barely concealing a malicious grin, "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."
Although Zaroff is a Cossack like me, his status as a Cossack of Jewish descent gives him a superior tone, as if my people are inferior to his. The man at our door, who introduced himself as Sanger Rainsford, looks at me with a note of fear in his eyes, but with underlying confidence, the way a hunter eyes particularly large and dangerous game.
That night, after dinner, I lead a rather green-looking Rainsford back to
"Ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," he says, barely concealing a malicious grin, "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."
Although Zaroff is a Cossack like me, his status as a Cossack of Jewish descent gives him a superior tone, as if my people are inferior to his. The man at our door, who introduced himself as Sanger Rainsford, looks at me with a note of fear in his eyes, but with underlying confidence, the way a hunter eyes particularly large and dangerous game.
That night, after dinner, I lead a rather green-looking Rainsford back to