Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 387 | How foreign to her View more quotes about reality">reality would be such a pretense, how irrelevant to fact would be such a silly inward game! It would be a falsification of truth. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 384 | He will then, this test passed, keep me for himself, put me to his slave ring and own me, completely. |
| 15 | 385 | At his slave ring, chained there by the neck, he will teach me undreamt of dimensions of my collar and begin the fuller mastering of a surrendered, conquered, helpless slave. |
| 15 | 386 | Perhaps, she thought, suddenly, wildly, I could pretend to be his slave; I could merely let him think that he is my master! Could I not keep myself a free woman, though branded, though in my collar? But then she almost choked with the silliness, the absurdity, the meaninglessness of this. |
| 15 | 387 | How foreign to her reality would be such a pretense, how irrelevant to fact would be such a silly inward game! It would be a falsification of truth. |
| 15 | 388 | Who cared if a dog or a pig pretended not to be owned? Reality remained unchanged. |
| 15 | 389 | Too, how dishonorable to deny truth! How unworthy, as well as stupid, in the face of facts, to lie to oneself! No, she knew she was owned, owned in fact, owned in perfect, clear, indisputable fact. |
| 15 | 390 | That was what she was, slave. |
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He will then, this test passed, keep me for himself, put me to his slave ring and own me, completely.
At his slave ring, chained there by the neck, he will teach me undreamt of dimensions of my collar and begin the fuller mastering of a surrendered, conquered, helpless slave.
Perhaps, she thought, suddenly, wildly, I could pretend to be his slave; I could merely let him think that he is my master! Could I not keep myself a free woman, though branded, though in my collar? But then she almost choked with the silliness, the absurdity, the meaninglessness of this.
How foreign to her reality would be such a pretense, how irrelevant to fact would be such a silly inward game! It would be a falsification of truth.
Who cared if a dog or a pig pretended not to be owned? Reality remained unchanged.
Too, how dishonorable to deny truth! How unworthy, as well as stupid, in the face of facts, to lie to oneself! No, she knew she was owned, owned in fact, owned in perfect, clear, indisputable fact.
That was what she was, slave.
- (Prize of Gor)