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I had a strange dream, turning and moaning in the straw. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1433)

"No," he had said. I think of all men, at that time, I most hated Soron of Ar. How he had appraised me, as I had stood helpless, naked, behind the bars, on the straw of the slave cage, his to be seen as he wished; how he had examined me, candidly, objectively, every inch of me, Elinor Brinton, female slave merchandise! How I hated him! How I hated men! How I hated most Soron of Ar! I fell asleep. I had a strange dream, turning and moaning in the straw. I dreamed that I had escaped, and that I was free, running and walking in the high grass of a Gorean field. How pleased I was to be free! And then suddenly I turned and, behind me, some eight or ten feet away, standing, not speaking, tall in the blue and yellow robes of the slaver, still partially hooded, the band of leather across his left eye, was Soron of Ar. I fled. - (Captive of Gor)