Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 161 | She was not a surrogate male, a pretend man. |
| 9 | 162 | She was, willing or no, a beautiful, feminine young woman. |
| 9 | 163 | How unfortunate for her, I supposed, in such a place and time! And how beautiful she had been in the restaurant, in the off-the-shoulder, white, satin-sheath dress, she somehow then daring to appear so. |
| 9 | 164 | I now suspected that that courage had had to do with a change in her, one consequent on her disturbing interlude with a heavy, large-handed, balding, virile man encountered in a Manhattan apartment, an interlude in which she had first found herself put as a female under a man's will, an experience which had shocked her into the understanding that she was quite other than a male, something wondrously and preciously different—and wondrously and preciously beautiful, and wondrously and preciously desirable. |
| 9 | 165 | And how dismayed she had been to have been come upon in the restaurant by two of those she so feared, two of her fellow students, gross, mulelike females, politically sanctimonious, smug in dogmatism and power, examples of the ideologically obsessed mediocrities whose intent it was to turn a university into a personal political instrument, one promoting a specialized agenda designed to further particular interests, theirs, an agenda whose fruition would be to replace education with indoctrination, thought with rote reflexes, an indoctrination in which objectivity, logic and reason were to be sacrificed to a specialized, contrived orthodoxy, one alien to evidence, one foreign to nature, one relying on intimidation and falsehood, one predicated upon the utility of harm, pressure, control, censorship, and hatred. |
| 9 | 166 | But now that beautiful young woman was no longer in the cold, friendless corridors of a preempted institution, no longer in a desk chair dutifully taking notes on what she was supposed to believe and on the values, like numbing and denying poisons, which she was supposed to imbibe. |
| 9 | 167 | No longer did she move about a campus in a prescribed garmenture, anxious lest her femininity and her true needs be suspected. |
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She was not a surrogate male, a pretend man.
She was, willing or no, a beautiful, feminine young woman.
How unfortunate for her, I supposed, in such a place and time! And how beautiful she had been in the restaurant, in the off-the-shoulder, white, satin-sheath dress, she somehow then daring to appear so.
I now suspected that that courage had had to do with a change in her, one consequent on her disturbing interlude with a heavy, large-handed, balding, virile man encountered in a Manhattan apartment, an interlude in which she had first found herself put as a female under a man's will, an experience which had shocked her into the understanding that she was quite other than a male, something wondrously and preciously different—and wondrously and preciously beautiful, and wondrously and preciously desirable.
And how dismayed she had been to have been come upon in the restaurant by two of those she so feared, two of her fellow students, gross, mulelike females, politically sanctimonious, smug in dogmatism and power, examples of the ideologically obsessed mediocrities whose intent it was to turn a university into a personal political instrument, one promoting a specialized agenda designed to further particular interests, theirs, an agenda whose fruition would be to replace education with indoctrination, thought with rote reflexes, an indoctrination in which objectivity, logic and reason were to be sacrificed to a specialized, contrived orthodoxy, one alien to evidence, one foreign to nature, one relying on intimidation and falsehood, one predicated upon the utility of harm, pressure, control, censorship, and hatred.
But now that beautiful young woman was no longer in the cold, friendless corridors of a preempted institution, no longer in a desk chair dutifully taking notes on what she was supposed to believe and on the values, like numbing and denying poisons, which she was supposed to imbibe.
No longer did she move about a campus in a prescribed garmenture, anxious lest her femininity and her true needs be suspected.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )