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| 3 | 6 | "Why View more quotes about must">must I, an idiot, be always afflicted with idiots?" Out came the head. |
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| 3 | 3 | He looked me over. |
| 3 | 4 | "Yes," he cried, "I deserve it!" Back went the head into the robes. |
| 3 | 5 | Muffled, his voice reached me. |
| 3 | 6 | "Why must I, an idiot, be always afflicted with idiots?" Out came the head. |
| 3 | 7 | "Have I nothing better to do? Have I not a thousand scrolls gathering dust on my shelves, unread, unstudied?" "I don't know," I said. |
| 3 | 8 | "Look," he cried in actual despair, waving his blue-robed arms hopelessly at the messiest chamber I had seen on Gor. |
| 3 | 9 | His desk, a vast wooden table, was piled with papers and pots of ink, and pens and scissors and leather fasteners and binders. |