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I told myself that Inge, with all her pretensions, she of the scribes, would still be a chained slave girl, at the beck and call of a master, when I, Elinor Brinton, was safe on Earth, once again in my snug penthouse. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #373)

"I will speak high-caste Gorean," I told Inge. "But you are a barbarian," said Inge. Briefly I hated her. I told myself that Inge, with all her pretensions, she of the scribes, would still be a chained slave girl, at the beck and call of a master, when I, Elinor Brinton, was safe on Earth, once again in my snug penthouse. And Ute, too! Foolish, stupid little Ute, who could not even speak her own language correctly! What could that meaningless little thing, pretty as she was, ever be but a man's toy? She was a natural slave girl! She belonged in chains. And Inge, too, for she was arrogant! They would remain on Gor, mastered girls, while I, Elinor Brinton, rich and clever, secure and safe, laughed in my penthouse a world away! How amusing that would be! "Why does El-in-or laugh?" asked Ute, looking up. "Elinor," I corrected her. - (Captive of Gor)