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Had I not been taught it? Why then had I not felt it, and thought it? How effective can it be, to lie to nature? What can be the test of truth, if not its consequences? I had retired one fall night on my former world, thinking of nothing, aware of nothing. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #325)

I kept my eyes straight ahead, as I knew myself assessed, as what I was, a purchasable female animal. Yet what woman, slave or free, does not thrill to the curious, admiring scrutiny of a handsome, powerful male who one day might prove to be her master? Ambivalences warred within me, excitement, rage, joy, warmth, shame, humiliation, pride! How dare these monsters take for granted, so easily and unassumingly, and assert and enact, so simply and unquestioningly, the powers of their nature? Why does their society not reduce, cripple, and enshackle them? Why does their society not forbid them to be themselves, or force upon them an alien, unnatural self, to serve its own ends? But perhaps biology is not the foe of happiness. I knew what I was supposed to feel and think on my former world. Had I not been taught it? Why then had I not felt it, and thought it? How effective can it be, to lie to nature? What can be the test of truth, if not its consequences? I had retired one fall night on my former world, thinking of nothing, aware of nothing. Then I had awakened in a Gorean cell, naked and chained, hand and foot, and neck, soon to find myself at the total mercy of men such that I had not suspected could exist, save in my dreams. I did not even know, at that time, what had been done to me. I soon learned. - (Quarry of Gor)