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The mane hairs on its back were lifted like antennae and they moved as strangely, as softly, as underwater plants might lift and stir in the tides and currents of the cold liquid of the sea. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #197)

I thought he might be telling himself to be done with me, but somehow I knew this could not be. Then I too sensed it and I turned. Behind me, inching its way up the narrow walkway, clinging with its six small legs, slowly lifting its heavy domelike golden body a step at a time, came the Golden Beetle I had seen below. The mane hairs on its back were lifted like antennae and they moved as strangely, as softly, as underwater plants might lift and stir in the tides and currents of the cold liquid of the sea. The narcotic odor emanating from that lifted, waving mane shook even me though I stood in the midst of free air on the top of that great blue globe. The steel bar fell from Sarm's appendage and slid from the top of the dome to fall with a distant crash far below in the rubble. "Kill it, Cabot," came from Sarm's translator. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 31)