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"You, and your sisters, are shallow, petty, vain, spoiled, mercenary, meaningless, little bitches," he said. "You are worthless". "No," I said. "No!" "What," he asked, "if you should meet not the men of your world, boys, half-men, subdued men, furtive glancers, guilty, shamed, crippled men, men trained to betray their nature, taught to suppress their manhood, but other men, natural men, quiet, unpretentious, powerful, confident, self-assured men, men who look upon women as delights, as delicious creations of nature to be fittingly brought within the ambit of one's power, to be owned and mastered". "Could there be such men?" I asked. I was terrified because I, and my sisters, in our meaninglessness, were worthy to be to such men no more than slaves. But better I thought to be the abject slave of such a man than the pampered darling of a rich weakling, of the sort to which our background and the nature of our lives directed us. - (Conspirators of Gor)