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I smiled, wondering why it was that I, and my fellow prisoners, seemed so determined to live. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #33)

Before we had been ushered into the cell, outside, in a broad, rectangular chamber, two of the mine attendants had poured a tub of bread and vegetables into the feed trough fixed in the wall, and the slaves had rushed upon it, like animals, screaming, cursing, pushing, jostling, trying to thrust their hands into the trough and carry away as much as they could before it was gone. Revolted, I had not joined in this wretched contest, though by my chains I had been dragged to the very edge of the trough. Yet I knew, as Andreas had said, I would learn to go to the trough, for I had no wish to die, and I would not continue to live on his charity. I smiled, wondering why it was that I, and my fellow prisoners, seemed so determined to live. Why was it that we chose to live? Perhaps the question is foolish, but it did not seem so in the mines of Tharna. "We must think of escape," I said to Andreas. "Be quiet, you fool!" hissed a thin, terrified voice from perhaps a dozen feet away. - (Outlaw of Gor)