Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
11
943
Suddenly in my dance it seemed I was a virgin, reluctant and fearful, terrified in the reality in which she found herself, but knowing she must respond to the music, to those heady, sensuous rhythms, to the wild cries of the flute, to the beating of the drum.
Suddenly in my dance it seemed I was a virgin, reluctant and fearful, terrified in the reality in which she found herself, but knowing she must respond to the music, to those heady, sensuous rhythms, to the wild cries of the flute, to the beating of the drum.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #943)
Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
11
940
But she who is a dancer must be more than a dancer.
11
941
She must be an actress, as well.
11
942
"Ah, yes," said a man.
11
943
Suddenly in my dance it seemed I was a virgin, reluctant and fearful, terrified in the reality in which she found herself, but knowing she must respond to the music, to those heady, sensuous rhythms, to the wild cries of the flute, to the beating of the drum.
11
944
I then danced timidity, and reluctance and inhibition, but yet reflecting, as one would, in such a situation, the commands of the music.
11
945
I examined in dismay the beads about my neck, the cords at my waist, my barbarically adorned ankles and wrists.
11
946
I touched my thighs, and lifted my arms, looking at them, and put my hands upon my body, as though I could not believe that it was unclothed.
But she who is a dancer must be more than a dancer.
She must be an actress, as well.
"Ah, yes," said a man.
Suddenly in my dance it seemed I was a virgin, reluctant and fearful, terrified in the reality in which she found herself, but knowing she must respond to the music, to those heady, sensuous rhythms, to the wild cries of the flute, to the beating of the drum.
I then danced timidity, and reluctance and inhibition, but yet reflecting, as one would, in such a situation, the commands of the music.
I examined in dismay the beads about my neck, the cords at my waist, my barbarically adorned ankles and wrists.
I touched my thighs, and lifted my arms, looking at them, and put my hands upon my body, as though I could not believe that it was unclothed.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11)