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I bristled slightly. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #244)

I wondered what death he might have in mind for me. "How was it," I asked, "that you, who had never seen me, knew me and spoke my name at the banquet?" "You had been well described to me by the gray fellow," said Saphrar. "Also, I was certain there could not have been two among the Tuchuks with hair such as yours". I bristled slightly. For no rational reason I am sometimes angered when enemies or strangers speak of my hair. I suppose this dates back to my youth when my flaming hair, perhaps a deplorably outrageous red, was the object of dozens of derisive comments, each customarily engendering its own rebuttal, both followed often by a nimble controversy, adjudicated by bare knuckles. I recalled, with a certain amount of satisfaction, even in the House of Saphrar, that I had managed to resolve most of these disputes in my favor. - (Nomads of Gor)