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It was the sort of thing which might well be left to an inward dialogue, say, that between a girl and her pillow, or her secret self. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #923)

Clearly a nerve had been touched. Some sensitivity, seemingly, had here been somehow engaged. But he thought no more of it at the time. It was the sort of thing which might well be left to an inward dialogue, say, that between a girl and her pillow, or her secret self. It was not that he accepted uncritically the brunette's denials of bondage, of course, so much as that the supposition of her freedom seemed to best explain, and best cohere with, a hundred small details of her temperament and behavior. And even more to the point, if she, and the other, were free, this suddenly illuminated why they should have been inserted into his small, glassine world. They were neither gifts nor commonplace sexual provender, but torture devices, wherewith to despoil him of his honor, and perhaps his sanity. - (Kur of Gor)