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With a smile, a pout, a glance, a trembling lip, a quavering word, a tear, I could return him to the feeble ineptitude of an Earth male. He is trapped in the toils of convention, a prisoner of the plans of others; he is not his own man but a creation of cultural conditioning, a conditioning founded on alienating a male from manhood. He is too weak to break even the paper fetters of propriety. There is more manhood in a shuddering urt". "I see," I said. "May I speak?" she asked. "Does Saru wish to speak?" I asked. - (Rebels of Gor)