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It was he who had brought me to this, to this strange, different, natural, beautiful, fresh world, much as Earth might once have been, a world of blue skies and white clouds, of wind and rain, of storms and sunlight, of green fields and dark forests, of bracing, uncontaminated air and clean, clear, bright, flowing water, a simple, primitive, rude, unspoiled world, a world on which such as I could be only a slave. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #12)

I was trembling. Surely he remembered me. Surely he had not forgotten! He must remember me! He could not have forgotten me! I was on my knees before him, tunicked and collared. It was he who had brought me to this, to this strange, different, natural, beautiful, fresh world, much as Earth might once have been, a world of blue skies and white clouds, of wind and rain, of storms and sunlight, of green fields and dark forests, of bracing, uncontaminated air and clean, clear, bright, flowing water, a simple, primitive, rude, unspoiled world, a world on which such as I could be only a slave. I looked up at him. Tears were in my eyes. My lips were parted. - (Smugglers of Gor)