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I could not determine if he were laughing, or crying. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 36, Sentence #585)

"Do not take your disappointment out on the slave. She is innocent! She is only a slave. See, she is bound! She is blindfolded! She is gagged! She can help nothing!" I struggled to hold his arm. I could not determine if he were laughing, or crying. "Innocent?" he cried. "A slave, innocent! See her beauty! You say she can help nothing! Every movement, every wisp of her hair, is guilty! Her ankles, her wrists, her bosom, her eyes, her lips, her feet, her hands, each quarter hort of her, each bit of her, each particle of her is guilty! Innocent? A slave, innocent! Does her beauty not wrench the heart of a man! Might not her smile slay with the swiftness of a quarrel? Is her touch not more dangerous than that of the ost? Does she not make a man helpless! Might she not conquer with a whisper, a caress? A kiss might breach the walls of a city, overturn the thrones of Ubars! What net, what web, can compare with her laughter?" "Do not be concerned," I said. "They are animals, she-sleen! Keep them in collars. - (Mariners of Gor)