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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #70)
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9 70 But I reasoned on this View more quotes about night">night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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9 67 Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices.
9 68 I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor.
9 69 I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness, a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing, than to any gustatory excellence.
9 70 But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed.
9 71 Moreover, where there was Kal-da there should be bread and meat.
9 72 I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot; my mouth watered for a tabuk steak or, perhaps, if I were lucky, a slice of roast tarsk, the formidable six-tusked wild boar of Gor's temperate forests.
9 73 I smiled to myself, felt the sack of coins in my tunic, bent down and pushed the door open.
Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness, a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing, than to any gustatory excellence. But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed. Moreover, where there was Kal-da there should be bread and meat. I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot; my mouth watered for a tabuk steak or, perhaps, if I were lucky, a slice of roast tarsk, the formidable six-tusked wild boar of Gor's temperate forests. I smiled to myself, felt the sack of coins in my tunic, bent down and pushed the door open. - (Outlaw of Gor)