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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, Chapter 5, Sentence #798)

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. But for the former Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, Vella, this was no longer an option. Should she not have taken the chance to escape to Earth, when it was offered? Perhaps. But she now wore a collar on Gor. - (Tribesmen of Gor)