Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 113 | Could it be, I wondered, that she might be a slave, truly? And, if so, what ought, in the claimant justice of biology and truth, to be her disposition? But, of course, she, of Earth, could not be a slave! Not she! I recalled her. |
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Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 110 | How unnatural she then seemed in such purlieus. |
| 22 | 111 | Perhaps she belonged on Gor, stripped and collared. |
| 22 | 112 | I thought of her. |
| 22 | 113 | Could it be, I wondered, that she might be a slave, truly? And, if so, what ought, in the claimant justice of biology and truth, to be her disposition? But, of course, she, of Earth, could not be a slave! Not she! I recalled her. |
| 22 | 114 | How unhappy she had been on Earth! How absurd and piteous had been her attempts to conform to imposed stereotypes so heinously alien to her nature. |
| 22 | 115 | How zealously earnest she had been to dress in certain ways and behave in certain ways, to deny her beauty and its meaning, how desperately she had tried to live up to ideological strictures foreign to her needs; how pathetically she had dutifully repeated slogans; how sincerely she had tried to believe lies; how blindly she had tried to convince herself that axiological toxins were salubrious nourishment, how dutifully she had attempted to subscribe to the views of others, with self-serving agendas, not herself. |
| 22 | 116 | How she had feared to listen to her blood, and her heart. |
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How unnatural she then seemed in such purlieus.
Perhaps she belonged on Gor, stripped and collared.
I thought of her.
Could it be, I wondered, that she might be a slave, truly? And, if so, what ought, in the claimant justice of biology and truth, to be her disposition? But, of course, she, of Earth, could not be a slave! Not she! I recalled her.
How unhappy she had been on Earth! How absurd and piteous had been her attempts to conform to imposed stereotypes so heinously alien to her nature.
How zealously earnest she had been to dress in certain ways and behave in certain ways, to deny her beauty and its meaning, how desperately she had tried to live up to ideological strictures foreign to her needs; how pathetically she had dutifully repeated slogans; how sincerely she had tried to believe lies; how blindly she had tried to convince herself that axiological toxins were salubrious nourishment, how dutifully she had attempted to subscribe to the views of others, with self-serving agendas, not herself.
How she had feared to listen to her blood, and her heart.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 22)