Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
14
375
Now, I supposed, the urtpeople, their children and such, would simply grow up with the packs, thinking perhaps that this was just the way things had been, inexplicably, or naturally, from time immemorial.
Now, I supposed, the urt people, their children and such, would simply grow up with the packs, thinking perhaps that this was just the way things had been, inexplicably, or naturally, from time immemorial.
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #375)
Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
14
372
Some very clever individual, or individuals, must have suspected the mechanisms involved.
14
373
They might then have considered how they might be circumvented.
14
374
This secret, in the successive generations, might have been lost to the urtpeople, or, perhaps, it had been deliberately allowed to vanish in time by the discoverers of the secret, that others could not reveal it, or take advantage of it, to their detriment.
14
375
Now, I supposed, the urtpeople, their children and such, would simply grow up with the packs, thinking perhaps that this was just the way things had been, inexplicably, or naturally, from time immemorial.
14
376
Yet is it not likely, I pondered, there would once have been a reason, or reasons.
14
377
Surely it is not always to be assumed that it is a mere inexplicable fact, a simple, brute given, something not to be inquired into, that things are as they now are.
14
378
Might there not be a reason why grass is green, and the sky blue? Might there not be a reason for the movement of the winds and the rotation of the night sky, and a reason, say, why men are as they are, and women as they are? I suddenly leapt to the beast whose neck I had broken.
Some very clever individual, or individuals, must have suspected the mechanisms involved.
They might then have considered how they might be circumvented.
This secret, in the successive generations, might have been lost to the urt people, or, perhaps, it had been deliberately allowed to vanish in time by the discoverers of the secret, that others could not reveal it, or take advantage of it, to their detriment.
Now, I supposed, the urt people, their children and such, would simply grow up with the packs, thinking perhaps that this was just the way things had been, inexplicably, or naturally, from time immemorial.
Yet is it not likely, I pondered, there would once have been a reason, or reasons.
Surely it is not always to be assumed that it is a mere inexplicable fact, a simple, brute given, something not to be inquired into, that things are as they now are.
Might there not be a reason why grass is green, and the sky blue? Might there not be a reason for the movement of the winds and the rotation of the night sky, and a reason, say, why men are as they are, and women as they are? I suddenly leapt to the beast whose neck I had broken.
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 14)