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How far I was from the department store, from my apartment, from my world! And how far, too, I found myself from the luxury, the display, the ceremony and glory, the spectacle, of mysterious Corcyrus; how far from the corridors of a guarded palace, from the resplendent, cumbersome pomp of state robes, from the lofty height of a tatrix's throne! I struggled weakly in the sun, the heat. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #31)

But then I saw that he was only looking upon me, idly, casually, as a man might examine a female slave. I wished that I had been given clothing. I trembled in the shackles. How far I was from the department store, from my apartment, from my world! And how far, too, I found myself from the luxury, the display, the ceremony and glory, the spectacle, of mysterious Corcyrus; how far from the corridors of a guarded palace, from the resplendent, cumbersome pomp of state robes, from the lofty height of a tatrix's throne! I struggled weakly in the sun, the heat. The iron on my wrists felt warm. Men had put me here, as I was. They could do with me as they wished. - (Kajira of Gor)