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Each helmet, of leather and metal, crested with a mane of animal hair, with its y-shaped opening, muchly enclosed a face, a face that might, in a moment, I supposed, be fearsome, and menacing, that might, peering out, aware of risk and war, of danger, of the moment that might part life from death, scrutinize a field or foe. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #163)

One might compare the picture of a beast, with the beast met, unexpectedly, alive, in the wild. The experiences are quite different. And so, suddenly shaken, I realized that the imagery I had casually noted long ago, in passing, and to which I had given little thought, was an image of an authentic reality, and that I had now, for the first time, experienced that reality, or something much like it. Each helmet, of leather and metal, crested with a mane of animal hair, with its y-shaped opening, muchly enclosed a face, a face that might, in a moment, I supposed, be fearsome, and menacing, that might, peering out, aware of risk and war, of danger, of the moment that might part life from death, scrutinize a field or foe. "Master!" cried a girl in the second cage to my right, extending a hand through the bars. "Buy me!" One of the young men in red turned, to regard the supplicant. "Buy me!" she urged, again. - (Plunder of Gor)