Book 13. (7 results) Explorers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 52 | She had been brought to the house of Samos still in the inexplicable and barbarous garments of Earth, in particular, in the imitation-boy costume, the denim trousers and flannel shirt of the contemporary Earth girl, pathologically conditioned, for economic and historical reasons, to deny and subvert the richness of her unique sexuality. |
| 1 | 53 | Culture decides what is truth, but truth, unfortunately for culture, is unaware of this. |
| 1 | 54 | Cultures, mad and blind, can die upon the rocks of truth. |
| 1 | 55 | Why can truth not be the foundation of culture, rather than its nemesis? Can one not build upon the stone cliffs of reality rather than dash one's head against them? But how few human beings can think, how few dare to inquire, how few can honestly question. |
| 1 | 56 | How can one know the answer to a question which one fears to ask? Samos, of course, immediately recognized the ribbon as a scytale. |
| 1 | 57 | As for the girl, he had promptly, to her horror, had her clothing removed and had had her put in a brief rep-cloth slave tunic and a rude neck-ring of curved iron, that she would not escape and, anywhere, could be recognized as a slave. |
| 1 | 58 | Shortly thereafter I had been invited to his house and had received the message. |
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She had been brought to the house of Samos still in the inexplicable and barbarous garments of Earth, in particular, in the imitation-boy costume, the denim trousers and flannel shirt of the contemporary Earth girl, pathologically conditioned, for economic and historical reasons, to deny and subvert the richness of her unique sexuality.
Culture decides what is truth, but truth, unfortunately for culture, is unaware of this.
Cultures, mad and blind, can die upon the rocks of truth.
Why can truth not be the foundation of culture, rather than its nemesis? Can one not build upon the stone cliffs of reality rather than dash one's head against them? But how few human beings can think, how few dare to inquire, how few can honestly question.
How can one know the answer to a question which one fears to ask? Samos, of course, immediately recognized the ribbon as a scytale.
As for the girl, he had promptly, to her horror, had her clothing removed and had had her put in a brief rep-cloth slave tunic and a rude neck-ring of curved iron, that she would not escape and, anywhere, could be recognized as a slave.
Shortly thereafter I had been invited to his house and had received the message.
- (Explorers of Gor, Chapter )