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With two hands, he thrust open the canvas curtains at the head of the wagon and light, and fresh air, surged into that narrow, rectangular, hitherto oppressive wood-and-canvas enclosure. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #154)

It is strange how one can sense such things, but, to my irritation, I was in no doubt about it. Before such men women could be but properties; they belonged at the feet of such men, as slaves. But if one were a slave, why should one not be a slave? Is there not a freedom, a liberation, a relief, in such an acknowledgement? Are the miseries of a free woman so superior to the joys of a mastered, loving slave? Let each consider the matter for herself. With two hands, he thrust open the canvas curtains at the head of the wagon and light, and fresh air, surged into that narrow, rectangular, hitherto oppressive wood-and-canvas enclosure. I blinked against the light. I could see, over the wagon box, the broad, arched back of the plodding tharlarion which was drawing the wagon. It was tied by its nose ring to the back of the preceding wagon. - (Conspirators of Gor)