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Why, I wondered, as the other was presumably not hooded, had she not been able to avoid me, or warn me? Within the hood, I could not see, save for the sense of light or darkness. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #321)

"I know well that I am worthless, and the least of slaves". Was it not so, I, as a barbarian? Yet I had heard that men often wanted us in their collars. How one understands oneself, when one is collared! Everything is then clear, perfectly clear. Why, I wondered, as the other was presumably not hooded, had she not been able to avoid me, or warn me? Within the hood, I could not see, save for the sense of light or darkness. Surely such an unfortunate jostling, or contretemps, could not be blamed on a hooded slave! "You struck against me," she said, "you, not even Gorean, but a barbarian!" "It was not my fault, beautiful, noble Mistress," I said. "Ah!" cried the woman. "I thought so! You deliberately discomfited me, a free woman!" "No, Mistress!" I said, trembling. - (Quarry of Gor)