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Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

How I pity the unfulfilled, frustrated women of my old world whose sex and dispositions, meaningless and largely useless in the bleak labyrinths of an artificial world, must be thwarted, suppressed and denied, in the interests of economic and mechanistic exigencies. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #311)
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18 311 How I pity the unfulfilled, frustrated women of my old world whose sex and dispositions, meaningless and largely useless in the bleak labyrinths of an artificial world, must be thwarted, suppressed and denied, in the interests of economic and mechanistic exigencies.

Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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18 308 In my deepest heart of hearts I desire to obey, to serve and love.
18 309 I know, too, full well, that you, and ones like you, will require, and, nay, even enforce, uncompromisingly, these lovely exactions upon me.
18 310 I shall then, in my womanhood, be fulfilled.
18 311 How I pity the unfulfilled, frustrated women of my old world whose sex and dispositions, meaningless and largely useless in the bleak labyrinths of an artificial world, must be thwarted, suppressed and denied, in the interests of economic and mechanistic exigencies.
18 312 How far are the barren, dismal corridors of such a world from our native countries.
18 313 How long my people have been lost.
18 314 How far we have drifted from our own hearts.
In my deepest heart of hearts I desire to obey, to serve and love. I know, too, full well, that you, and ones like you, will require, and, nay, even enforce, uncompromisingly, these lovely exactions upon me. I shall then, in my womanhood, be fulfilled. How I pity the unfulfilled, frustrated women of my old world whose sex and dispositions, meaningless and largely useless in the bleak labyrinths of an artificial world, must be thwarted, suppressed and denied, in the interests of economic and mechanistic exigencies. How far are the barren, dismal corridors of such a world from our native countries. How long my people have been lost. How far we have drifted from our own hearts. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 18)