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I pressed on. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #25)

I recalled a windy night in the shadow of the Sardar when we had spoken of strange things, and I had left him and come down the hill, and had asked the leader of those with whom I had traveled the way to the Land of the Wagon Peoples. I had found it. The dust rolled nearer, the ground seemed more to move than ever. I pressed on. Perhaps if I were successful I might save my race, by preserving the Priest-Kings that might shelter them from the annihilation that might otherwise be achieved if uncontrolled technological development were too soon permitted them; perhaps in time man would grow rational, and reason and love and tolerance would wax in him and he and Priest-Kings might together turn their senses to the stars. But I knew that more than anything I was doing this for Misk—who was my friend. The consequences of my act, if I were successful, were too complex and fearful to calculate, the factors involved being so numerous and obscure. - (Nomads of Gor)