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I had not seen her, despite her best efforts, as a neuterized embodiment of a prescribed ideology. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #122)

I recalled her. She had gone about her business, and studies, and such, on Earth, trying so seriously to conform to political and social pressures, fearing not to, being anxious to dress as required, to think as required, to feel as required, trying fearfully to please others who regarded her softness and femininity as a reproach, or threat, others who despised her. But even those garments, and those attitudes, however desperately presented, or brandished, could not conceal the woman of her. I had not seen her, despite her best efforts, as a neuterized embodiment of a prescribed ideology. Who could have done so? Perhaps that was why she had been so looked down upon, and scorned, by gross, dogmatic peers. I had seen her as I wanted to see her, as she was, not as she wished to be seen, not as she pretended she was. I had seen her, despite all, as a young, attractive woman, a beautiful, desirable young female, the sort to be enfolded naked, lovingly, helplessly, in a man's arms. - (Rogue of Gor)