Is man so foolish, so naive and habit-bound, so fundamentally irrational, so ready to believe anything that he might be taught, no matter how absurd, that he cannot understand that torture cannot be truth.
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The test for truth, surely, must not be pain, misery and frustration, but happiness and joy.
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"Master," she whimpered.
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But surely she must be free! But what if she were a true slave, as she had indicated? But she could not be a true slave.
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She was from Earth! But what if, even though she were from Earth, she were a true slave, as in accord with her own avowals? Could such a thing, she from Earth, be possible, even thinkable? I scarcely dared even consider this possibility, for then she, a slave, could be mine! I determined, cruelly, to make test of the matter.
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I untied her hands.
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I waited then for her to shrink back in terror, to, feeling her way, try to retreat to the far wall, perhaps cowering there, at my mercy.
Is man so foolish, so naive and habit-bound, so fundamentally irrational, so ready to believe anything that he might be taught, no matter how absurd, that he cannot understand that torture cannot be truth.
The test for truth, surely, must not be pain, misery and frustration, but happiness and joy.
"Master," she whimpered.
But surely she must be free! But what if she were a true slave, as she had indicated? But she could not be a true slave.
She was from Earth! But what if, even though she were from Earth, she were a true slave, as in accord with her own avowals? Could such a thing, she from Earth, be possible, even thinkable? I scarcely dared even consider this possibility, for then she, a slave, could be mine! I determined, cruelly, to make test of the matter.
I untied her hands.
I waited then for her to shrink back in terror, to, feeling her way, try to retreat to the far wall, perhaps cowering there, at my mercy.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )