With this in mind, my professors really trying to target his inner beast, in an experiment he already proposed himself, he wants to find it in himself to hunt, kill something with his bare hands, and survive in the wilderness. While he is accompanied by his two friends, he is determined to test hypotheses on an anatomy professor named Raymond Dart, and a zoologist C.K. Brain. For this purpose, both men are “analyzing a collect of fossilized bones found in a South African limestone quarry…[called,] Australopithecus Africanus” (Marshall 83). In addition, both men had polar opposite interpretations of the Australopithecus, one being the hunter and the other being the hunted. On the other hand, my professor is an environmentalist, he wanted to prove the hypothesis by seeing if he can hunt and animal. For the most part, my professor goes on and says, “Not only do I get quest at the thought of killing something…I don't need the food. To kill something out here for my own spiritual profit-that’s an act of selfish, if not senseless, destruction” (88-89). Immediately, I understood where he was coming from, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to kill another living soul, so he settled for berry pancakes and the flavor of fly syrup.
With this in mind, my professors really trying to target his inner beast, in an experiment he already proposed himself, he wants to find it in himself to hunt, kill something with his bare hands, and survive in the wilderness. While he is accompanied by his two friends, he is determined to test hypotheses on an anatomy professor named Raymond Dart, and a zoologist C.K. Brain. For this purpose, both men are “analyzing a collect of fossilized bones found in a South African limestone quarry…[called,] Australopithecus Africanus” (Marshall 83). In addition, both men had polar opposite interpretations of the Australopithecus, one being the hunter and the other being the hunted. On the other hand, my professor is an environmentalist, he wanted to prove the hypothesis by seeing if he can hunt and animal. For the most part, my professor goes on and says, “Not only do I get quest at the thought of killing something…I don't need the food. To kill something out here for my own spiritual profit-that’s an act of selfish, if not senseless, destruction” (88-89). Immediately, I understood where he was coming from, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to kill another living soul, so he settled for berry pancakes and the flavor of fly syrup.