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Such a man would no longer look upon such as she as some distant and unobtainable object, a goddess, a denizen of remote stars, something far above and beyond him, but now as something quite real, something which she truly was, a live, breathing female, a lovely prey animal at hand, an animal designed by nature for such as he, an animal wanted, an animal to be captured, subdued, owned, and trained, trained to his pleasure, an animal to be mastered. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #467)

There was a hint of a sly smile, or smugness, about her features. I think she still thought of Pertinax in the terms of Gregory White, a Gregory White who, in a sense, no longer existed, at least in the terms in which she thought of him, a Gregory White who had been shy, diffident, insecure, weak, manageable, pathetic, reduced, and confused, the victim of a pathological culture, of a denaturalized conditioning program at odds with the biotruths of a species. That Gregory White, on a new world, and differentially acculturated, had become Pertinax, a warrior, and tarnsman. Such a man would no longer look upon such as she as some distant and unobtainable object, a goddess, a denizen of remote stars, something far above and beyond him, but now as something quite real, something which she truly was, a live, breathing female, a lovely prey animal at hand, an animal designed by nature for such as he, an animal wanted, an animal to be captured, subdued, owned, and trained, trained to his pleasure, an animal to be mastered. "Feed me," she said in English. "Speak Gorean," he said. "I dare not," she whispered, in English. - (Rebels of Gor)