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

Too, what an enormous store of supplies might be housed in so mighty a vessel, supplies which might last years. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #479)
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15 479 Too, what an enormous store of View more quotes about supplies">supplies might be housed in so mighty a vessel, supplies which might last years.

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

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15 476 Why would tarns be needed? What purpose might they serve? Too, even though the vessel was large, it would carry hundreds of times the men required to manage it.
15 477 Better to transport troops, I thought, would be smaller ships, a fleet of such.
15 478 Who would care to risk an army, perhaps a war, by entrusting it to a single mount, to but one vehicle, to but one vessel? But Thassa, I supposed, vast Thassa, might lift her hand, and smash a fleet as well as a single vessel, and, I suspected, a mighty vessel might brave her wrath where a hundred common barks might perish in the sea.
15 479 Too, what an enormous store of supplies might be housed in so mighty a vessel, supplies which might last years.
15 480 Would it not be an island of wood, a world of sorts, sufficient onto itself, indefinitely scorning land, cresting indefinitely the dark turbulence of proud, dreadful, beautiful Thassa? "Kneel," said a stern voice, and I instantly knelt.
15 481 I felt the boards of the dock on my knees.
15 482 I kept my head down, and clutched the bota.
Why would tarns be needed? What purpose might they serve? Too, even though the vessel was large, it would carry hundreds of times the men required to manage it. Better to transport troops, I thought, would be smaller ships, a fleet of such. Who would care to risk an army, perhaps a war, by entrusting it to a single mount, to but one vehicle, to but one vessel? But Thassa, I supposed, vast Thassa, might lift her hand, and smash a fleet as well as a single vessel, and, I suspected, a mighty vessel might brave her wrath where a hundred common barks might perish in the sea. Too, what an enormous store of supplies might be housed in so mighty a vessel, supplies which might last years. Would it not be an island of wood, a world of sorts, sufficient onto itself, indefinitely scorning land, cresting indefinitely the dark turbulence of proud, dreadful, beautiful Thassa? "Kneel," said a stern voice, and I instantly knelt. I felt the boards of the dock on my knees. I kept my head down, and clutched the bota. - (Smugglers of Gor)