Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 125 | It was so fresh, so View more quotes about beautiful">beautiful. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 122 | It was a strange world on which I stood, wide and unfamiliar, open, bright and clean. |
| 1 | 123 | I looked out upon the vast fields of grass. |
| 1 | 124 | I had never smelled grass before. |
| 1 | 125 | It was so fresh, so beautiful. |
| 1 | 126 | My senses were alive. |
| 1 | 127 | In this atmosphere, my blood charged with oxygen, I found that I could detect odors which had eluded me before; it was as though an entire new dimension of experience had suddenly opened to me; yet I suppose it was only that here, in this place, my body did not have reason to fight its world, shutting it out, forcing it from consciousness in order not to be distracted or sickened; here there was an atmosphere which was unsoiled, undefiled, one in which the human could be a part of nature, not a rampart raised against her, not a defensive sojourner treading at night, stepping softly, scarcely daring to breathe, through the country of enemies. |
| 1 | 128 | My vision, too, in this pure air, was keener. |
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It was a strange world on which I stood, wide and unfamiliar, open, bright and clean.
I looked out upon the vast fields of grass.
I had never smelled grass before.
It was so fresh, so beautiful.
My senses were alive.
In this atmosphere, my blood charged with oxygen, I found that I could detect odors which had eluded me before; it was as though an entire new dimension of experience had suddenly opened to me; yet I suppose it was only that here, in this place, my body did not have reason to fight its world, shutting it out, forcing it from consciousness in order not to be distracted or sickened; here there was an atmosphere which was unsoiled, undefiled, one in which the human could be a part of nature, not a rampart raised against her, not a defensive sojourner treading at night, stepping softly, scarcely daring to breathe, through the country of enemies.
My vision, too, in this pure air, was keener.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)