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But these thoughts, so natural to the promptings of my terrestrial indoctrination, my Earth training, the dictates of a pathological conditioning regimen, had almost immediately been swept aside. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #46)

One might even feel a little sorry for such a fellow, so miserable, so stung with remorse, so self-castigating, and self-torturing. Perhaps, I thought, I might even hint, mercifully, that, in time, say, a long time, I might relent and forgive him, after which we might consider arranging a suitable, meaningful relationship, founded on respect and equality. After all, was he not a male of Earth, another pathetic, manipulable male fool, putty in the hands of a clever woman such as I? Surely I could arrange matters to my satisfaction. But these thoughts, so natural to the promptings of my terrestrial indoctrination, my Earth training, the dictates of a pathological conditioning regimen, had almost immediately been swept aside. I knew I did not want him to be another exploitable, weakling of Earth. I knew I wanted to lie chained at his feet. I knew I wanted his collar on my neck. - (Quarry of Gor)