Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
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190
How shameless, how meaningless, how terrible, how worthless she was, that girl in the mirror, that writhing, astounding, uncontrollably sensuous little bitch! She continued to dance.
How shameless, how meaningless, how terrible, how worthless she was, that girl in the mirror, that writhing, astounding, uncontrollably sensuous little bitch! She continued to dance.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #190)
Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
1
187
I know that! It is my true self then that I must deny, and hide!" I watched her.
1
188
"You bitch!" I chided her.
1
189
"You brazen bitch! You meaningless, brazen little bitch!" I watched.
1
190
How shameless, how meaningless, how terrible, how worthless she was, that girl in the mirror, that writhing, astounding, uncontrollably sensuous little bitch! She continued to dance.
1
191
I saw that she was worthless indeed, worth less than the dirt beneath the feet of gods, but that, too, in her way, she possessed incredible riches and power, in her beauty and femaleness, and in her dance.
1
192
In the sense in which a free person was priceless, she was worthless, but, too, in her way, I could see that she would have value, value as a pair of boots might have value or a dog.
1
193
She was the sort of person who would have a finite, measurable value.
I know that! It is my true self then that I must deny, and hide!" I watched her.
"You bitch!" I chided her.
"You brazen bitch! You meaningless, brazen little bitch!" I watched.
How shameless, how meaningless, how terrible, how worthless she was, that girl in the mirror, that writhing, astounding, uncontrollably sensuous little bitch! She continued to dance.
I saw that she was worthless indeed, worth less than the dirt beneath the feet of gods, but that, too, in her way, she possessed incredible riches and power, in her beauty and femaleness, and in her dance.
In the sense in which a free person was priceless, she was worthless, but, too, in her way, I could see that she would have value, value as a pair of boots might have value or a dog.
She was the sort of person who would have a finite, measurable value.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 1)