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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

Not identifying with the women, or being accepted by them, and perhaps coming to bitterly envy the men, their position and status, their nature and power, it seemed she may have turned toward trying to prove herself the same as them, turning then to mannish customs and garb, attempting thusly, desperately, angrily, to find some sort of place for herself among the wagons. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #433)
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4 433 Not identifying with the women, or being accepted by them, and perhaps coming to bitterly envy the men, their position and status, their nature and power, it seemed she may have turned toward trying to prove herself the same as them, turning then to mannish customs and garb, attempting thusly, desperately, angrily, to find some sort of place for herself among the wagons.

Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 430 Certainly it seemed she had not cared to identify with them.
4 431 Perhaps, too, as she was not an Alar by blood, they had never truly accepted her.
4 432 Yet it seemed she had been, as is often the case with Alar children, raised with much permissiveness.
4 433 Not identifying with the women, or being accepted by them, and perhaps coming to bitterly envy the men, their position and status, their nature and power, it seemed she may have turned toward trying to prove herself the same as them, turning then to mannish customs and garb, attempting thusly, desperately, angrily, to find some sort of place for herself among the wagons.
4 434 As a result, it seemed she would be accepted by neither sex.
4 435 She seemed to me confused and terribly unhappy.
4 436 I did not think she knew her own identity.
Certainly it seemed she had not cared to identify with them. Perhaps, too, as she was not an Alar by blood, they had never truly accepted her. Yet it seemed she had been, as is often the case with Alar children, raised with much permissiveness. Not identifying with the women, or being accepted by them, and perhaps coming to bitterly envy the men, their position and status, their nature and power, it seemed she may have turned toward trying to prove herself the same as them, turning then to mannish customs and garb, attempting thusly, desperately, angrily, to find some sort of place for herself among the wagons. As a result, it seemed she would be accepted by neither sex. She seemed to me confused and terribly unhappy. I did not think she knew her own identity. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 4)