Paul Recalls "The Most Dangerous Game"

"With his remaining strength he dragged himself from the swirling waters."
Paul looked tired when he arrived to model at our evening sketch club. He had already put in a long day working the colleges and had rushed up to Saratoga to fill in when our scheduled model canceled. I asked him to pose lying on an inclined panel and stretch his arms forward as if he were wearily crawling up a hill. Something about the situation reminded Paul of Richard Connell's short story "The Most Dangerous Game", about a marooned traveler hunted for sport. As you can see, I had Paul in my sights, but he got away.

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