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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Why does the chain lure me? Why does the sight of the whip, and the knowledge that it may be used upon me, thrill me? I wonder if my feelings are unique. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #22)
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3 22 Why does the View more quotes about chain">chain lure me? Why does the sight of the whip, and the knowledge that it may be used upon me, thrill me? I wonder if my feelings are unique.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 19 What are the credentials of a dictatorship which would review thought, circumscribe belief, and capture the coercive powers of a state in order to protect and propagate a favored orthodoxy? Yet, to be sure, such crimes are muchly precedent in the history of a world; they are perennially familiar to the troubled biography of a species.
3 20 How many oppressions have been enforced, heresies persecuted, beliefs proscribed, truths denied, absurdities proclaimed! Behind the glistening veils may crouch an unnatural beast.
3 21 How naive I am, how unpolitical I am.
3 22 Why does the chain lure me? Why does the sight of the whip, and the knowledge that it may be used upon me, thrill me? I wonder if my feelings are unique.
3 23 I do not think so.
3 24 How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself.
3 25 Perhaps, perhaps not.
What are the credentials of a dictatorship which would review thought, circumscribe belief, and capture the coercive powers of a state in order to protect and propagate a favored orthodoxy? Yet, to be sure, such crimes are muchly precedent in the history of a world; they are perennially familiar to the troubled biography of a species. How many oppressions have been enforced, heresies persecuted, beliefs proscribed, truths denied, absurdities proclaimed! Behind the glistening veils may crouch an unnatural beast. How naive I am, how unpolitical I am. Why does the chain lure me? Why does the sight of the whip, and the knowledge that it may be used upon me, thrill me? I wonder if my feelings are unique. I do not think so. How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself. Perhaps, perhaps not. - (Smugglers of Gor)