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What was to be known? Who would know it? Who was this "other" who knew nothing? How could one who knew nothing, who suspected nothing, who understood nothing, be the key to what must be known? And what was it that must be known, and why must it be known? I felt myself lifted in powerful arms, and then, lightly, cast down amongst a plethora of rich furs, at the foot of the couch, those which had been removed from the couch. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #31)

Why should it be here? How could it be here? How would he, one such as he, know what needs to be known?" I understood nothing of what he said. "Yes," he said, "I am sure it is as he claimed, so insistently, that he did not know, and, I suspect, another does not know either, as he claimed, but, concealed within the other, hidden within the other, is the key to he who truly knows". To me this discourse was unintelligible. What was to be known? Who would know it? Who was this "other" who knew nothing? How could one who knew nothing, who suspected nothing, who understood nothing, be the key to what must be known? And what was it that must be known, and why must it be known? I felt myself lifted in powerful arms, and then, lightly, cast down amongst a plethora of rich furs, at the foot of the couch, those which had been removed from the couch. I was half sunk in the furs, almost lost in them. I had never been permitted to recline on such furs, though I had often cared for them, and arranged them on the surface of my master's couch. Many slaves are limited to their mat; other slaves are used on the furs, but the furs are commonly placed on the floor, at the foot of the master's couch. - (Plunder of Gor)