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"The trick," said the Forkbeard, winking, but not thereby much reassuring me, "is to walk back out again!" "You have some intention, then," I asked, "of emerging from this escapade alive?" "That is a portion of my plan," acknowledged the Forkbeard. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #195)

"Could we not," I suggested, "simply leap naked into a pit of venomous osts, or, perhaps, race madly across the plains of the Wagon Peoples during a lightning storm, our swords raised over our heads?" "The trick," said the Forkbeard, "is not simply to walk into the jaws of a larl. Any fool can do that". "I am well aware of that," I said. "The trick," said the Forkbeard, winking, but not thereby much reassuring me, "is to walk back out again!" "You have some intention, then," I asked, "of emerging from this escapade alive?" "That is a portion of my plan," acknowledged the Forkbeard. "And, failing that, we will die nobly, against heavy odds. Thus, my plan is foolproof". "You have reasoned it out well," I admitted. - (Marauders of Gor)