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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
20 1637 I am not entitled to respect, so show me none!" "Poor thing," I said.
20 1638 "Bestow upon me, rather, if you will, in your kindness, your generosity, what is more precious to me than they, what is less demeaning than they, what is more germane to my needs, and more thrilling to my blood than they, my subjection to the mastery! Forget the reverences, the courtesies, you mistakenly thought owed to me on Earth.
20 1639 Did you not know I was a female? Did you not know that it was I who should rather have honored you, and gratefully, for you were a male? Is the proper relation of the sexes so obscure to you? How you strove to please me! What a fool you were, dear Master! That time is over! Let it be over! It is gone.
20 1640 Let it be gone! This is Gor! Gor! What was she to you, that tart I once was, dear Master, that you should have deferred to her? Did you never once point to the floor at your feet, and tell her to kneel? Why not? What mistakes the men of Earth make with the women of Earth! It is no wonder the women of Earth try, in vengeance, in frustration and spite, to deprive the men of Earth of their manhood! Why does the whip not give them immediate response, the answer of a man outraged, clasping and licking with leather flames their startled, disrobed flesh? But let Earth concern itself with Earth, and Gor with Gor! Let the men of Earth, if they wish, consent to their own emasculation.
20 1641 Let them acquiesce nobly, with appropriate sensitivity, and understanding, to their own reduction and gelding.
20 1642 If castration makes them happy, who could be so heartless as to deny them this gratification? But to apply the knife, through discourse, and teaching, and law, to the innocent and unwilling is indeed offensive.
20 1643 Perhaps men are stupid.
I am not entitled to respect, so show me none!" "Poor thing," I said. "Bestow upon me, rather, if you will, in your kindness, your generosity, what is more precious to me than they, what is less demeaning than they, what is more germane to my needs, and more thrilling to my blood than they, my subjection to the mastery! Forget the reverences, the courtesies, you mistakenly thought owed to me on Earth. Did you not know I was a female? Did you not know that it was I who should rather have honored you, and gratefully, for you were a male? Is the proper relation of the sexes so obscure to you? How you strove to please me! What a fool you were, dear Master! That time is over! Let it be over! It is gone. Let it be gone! This is Gor! Gor! What was she to you, that tart I once was, dear Master, that you should have deferred to her? Did you never once point to the floor at your feet, and tell her to kneel? Why not? What mistakes the men of Earth make with the women of Earth! It is no wonder the women of Earth try, in vengeance, in frustration and spite, to deprive the men of Earth of their manhood! Why does the whip not give them immediate response, the answer of a man outraged, clasping and licking with leather flames their startled, disrobed flesh? But let Earth concern itself with Earth, and Gor with Gor! Let the men of Earth, if they wish, consent to their own emasculation. Let them acquiesce nobly, with appropriate sensitivity, and understanding, to their own reduction and gelding. If castration makes them happy, who could be so heartless as to deny them this gratification? But to apply the knife, through discourse, and teaching, and law, to the innocent and unwilling is indeed offensive. Perhaps men are stupid. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter )