Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 63 | How View more quotes about totally">totally different then does the world appear to her! How totally different then, wonderingly, does she appear to herself! How paradoxically free then, how strangely liberated, does she find herself! She throws open the windows, and breathes fresh air. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 60 | Indeed, the entire life of the slave, physically, mentally, emotionally, is imbued with the reality, beauty, joy, sensitivity, and vulnerability of her condition. |
| 24 | 61 | Sooner or later, given the acuity of her intelligence, she understands what she has become, what she is, that she is slave, simply and irremediably slave. |
| 24 | 62 | That is what she is, and there is nothing that can be done about it. |
| 24 | 63 | How totally different then does the world appear to her! How totally different then, wonderingly, does she appear to herself! How paradoxically free then, how strangely liberated, does she find herself! She throws open the windows, and breathes fresh air. |
| 24 | 64 | She forces open the doors and runs outside. |
| 24 | 65 | She feels the sun on her skin, and the wind, and the grass at her ankles. |
| 24 | 66 | She lifts her hands and face and body to the sun and wind, come home at last, after years of banishment, to nature's world. |
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Indeed, the entire life of the slave, physically, mentally, emotionally, is imbued with the reality, beauty, joy, sensitivity, and vulnerability of her condition.
Sooner or later, given the acuity of her intelligence, she understands what she has become, what she is, that she is slave, simply and irremediably slave.
That is what she is, and there is nothing that can be done about it.
How totally different then does the world appear to her! How totally different then, wonderingly, does she appear to herself! How paradoxically free then, how strangely liberated, does she find herself! She throws open the windows, and breathes fresh air.
She forces open the doors and runs outside.
She feels the sun on her skin, and the wind, and the grass at her ankles.
She lifts her hands and face and body to the sun and wind, come home at last, after years of banishment, to nature's world.
- (Tribesmen of Gor)