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Of what other accomplishments could they boast? I wondered if she could have found her fulfillment there, could she have been happy there? Gor was perilous, and beautiful, and primitive. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #795)

She had fled. What if she had gone to Earth? I thought of her briefly amidst the hypocrisies and pollutions of Earth, on the pavements, reflected in the shop windows, in miniskirts or tailored suits, seeming a woman and yet in that raging, mechanistic, politically pathological culture, brought about by the organized activities of misfits and haters, radically estranged from her femininity, concerned with the petty climbings and scratchings of that world, coughing in its bizarre air, sickened by its poisoned foods, contemptuous of its men, scorning them, knowing that they were not masters, but nothings, infantile, entrammeled futilities, knowing that she could invoke engineered laws at a murmur that would, if it seemed appropriate, brush them aside from her paths of loveless ambition, knowing that she in the pursuit of her approved projects had little to fear from them, that she could rely on her way being smoothed, in a thousand ways, by pervasive, negative conditioning programs to which they had been unwittingly subjected, programs that rendered them confused, weak, docile, trivial, and insecure, knowing that she, in attempting to bring her ventures to fruition, could always call upon a hundred inculcated rhetorics to which they had been trained to respond, like salivating spaniels, rhetorics that would render them ineffective and innocuous, rhetorics that would reduce, neutralize, and immobilize them. Let such weaklings rejoice in their unmanning, and pride themselves on their lack of virility. Of what other accomplishments could they boast? I wondered if she could have found her fulfillment there, could she have been happy there? Gor was perilous, and beautiful, and primitive. Here, for better or for worse, was a natural, male-dominant world. Was this so fearful for a woman, I wondered, for a real woman, a natural woman, a feminine woman? Could they truly believe biology, and millions of years of evolution, were socially constructed artifacts that might be swept aside with impunity, without consequences, in order to promote self-serving particularistic agendas? He who wills the end wills the means. Can one not hear the boots of totalitarianism approaching, ringing ever more clearly, ever nearer, on the terrified, deserted streets? Was a woman, I wondered, really better off on Earth? Was she happier there, I wondered, posing as a pseudo-male, amidst the remnants of ruined men? I wondered how many women, given the choice, would prefer a collar on Gor. - (Tribesmen of Gor)