Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 140 | The View more quotes about third">third day of February, in the Year of Our Lord 1640. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 137 | Things grew black for a moment, but I shook myself and clenched my teeth, breathed in the sharp, cold mountain air, once, twice, three times, slowly, gathering the piercing contact of reality into my lungs, reassuring myself that I was alive, not dreaming, that I held in my hands a letter with an incredible date, delivered more than three hundred years later in the mountains of New Hampshire, written by a man who presumably, if still alive, was, as we reckon time, no more than fifty years of age—my father. |
| 1 | 138 | Even now I can remember the letter to the last word. |
| 1 | 139 | I think I will carry its simple, abrupt message burned into the cells of my brain until, as it is elsewhere said, I have returned to the Cities of Dust. |
| 1 | 140 | The third day of February, in the Year of Our Lord 1640. |
| 1 | 141 | Tarl Cabot, Son: Forgive me, but I have little choice in these matters. |
| 1 | 142 | It has been decided. |
| 1 | 143 | Do whatever you think is in your own best interest, but the fate is upon you, and you will not escape. |
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Things grew black for a moment, but I shook myself and clenched my teeth, breathed in the sharp, cold mountain air, once, twice, three times, slowly, gathering the piercing contact of reality into my lungs, reassuring myself that I was alive, not dreaming, that I held in my hands a letter with an incredible date, delivered more than three hundred years later in the mountains of New Hampshire, written by a man who presumably, if still alive, was, as we reckon time, no more than fifty years of age—my father.
Even now I can remember the letter to the last word.
I think I will carry its simple, abrupt message burned into the cells of my brain until, as it is elsewhere said, I have returned to the Cities of Dust.
The third day of February, in the Year of Our Lord 1640.
Tarl Cabot, Son: Forgive me, but I have little choice in these matters.
It has been decided.
Do whatever you think is in your own best interest, but the fate is upon you, and you will not escape.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)