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| 3 | 138 | He threw View more quotes about down">down the ax, which rang on the stones of the road to Ko-ro-ba. |
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| 3 | 135 | Somehow I knew Zosk would not strike. |
| 3 | 136 | He struggled with himself, his simple wide face twisted in agony, his eyes tortured. |
| 3 | 137 | "May the Priest-Kings forgive me!" he cried. |
| 3 | 138 | He threw down the ax, which rang on the stones of the road to Ko-ro-ba. |
| 3 | 139 | Zosk sank down and sat cross-legged in the road, his gigantic frame shaken with sobs, his massive head buried in his hands, his thick, guttural voice moaning with distress. |
| 3 | 140 | At such a time a man may not be spoken to, for according to the Gorean way of thinking pity humiliates both he who pities and he who is pitied. |
| 3 | 141 | According to the Gorean way, one may love but one may not pity. |