Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 47 | Let her learn quickly, the little fool. |
| 2 | 48 | These men may not be patient. |
| 2 | 49 | These men may not scold and rebuke such as she; rather, they may train such as she, yes, train them, and with iron and leather! I struggled to suppress these thoughts, to generate comforting dismay and guilt. |
| 2 | 50 | What a bounder, and cad, I was! Was I so primitive and coarse, so deplorably insensitive, so unimproved, so unreformed, so masculine, as to relish the mere audition of the word 'master' on the lips of a beautiful woman? Yet I could not repress my envy of the heavy man. |
| 2 | 51 | Yes, envy! And, too, how natural it seemed that one such as Miss Henderson should so address one such as he. |
| 2 | 52 | I dared not even conjecture what might be my response should such a woman so address me, so utter such to me. |
| 2 | 53 | Would I not hasten her to her feet, and strive to correct her behavior, attempting to educate her, to shame her, to improve her, into pseudomasculinity, or, better, jejune, androgynous postures and pretenses, or would I leave her on her knees, waiting, beautiful, and ready, where she belonged? Away with such barbarous thoughts, I thought. |
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Let her learn quickly, the little fool.
These men may not be patient.
These men may not scold and rebuke such as she; rather, they may train such as she, yes, train them, and with iron and leather! I struggled to suppress these thoughts, to generate comforting dismay and guilt.
What a bounder, and cad, I was! Was I so primitive and coarse, so deplorably insensitive, so unimproved, so unreformed, so masculine, as to relish the mere audition of the word 'master' on the lips of a beautiful woman? Yet I could not repress my envy of the heavy man.
Yes, envy! And, too, how natural it seemed that one such as Miss Henderson should so address one such as he.
I dared not even conjecture what might be my response should such a woman so address me, so utter such to me.
Would I not hasten her to her feet, and strive to correct her behavior, attempting to educate her, to shame her, to improve her, into pseudomasculinity, or, better, jejune, androgynous postures and pretenses, or would I leave her on her knees, waiting, beautiful, and ready, where she belonged? Away with such barbarous thoughts, I thought.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter )