Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 166 | I was no longer worthy of the red of the warrior, no longer worthy of serving the home stone of my city, Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning; it seemed to me then that there were only winds and strengths, and the motions of bodies, the falling of rain, the movements of bacilli, the beating of hearts and the stopping of such beatings. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 163 | I had tasted humiliation and degradation, and most at my own hands, for I had been most by myself betrayed. |
| 8 | 164 | I could no longer see myself as I had been. |
| 8 | 165 | I had been a boy and now I had come to the seeings of manhood, and found within myself, disgusting me, something capable of cowardice, self-indulgence, selfishness, and cruelty. |
| 8 | 166 | I was no longer worthy of the red of the warrior, no longer worthy of serving the home stone of my city, Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning; it seemed to me then that there were only winds and strengths, and the motions of bodies, the falling of rain, the movements of bacilli, the beating of hearts and the stopping of such beatings. |
| 8 | 167 | I found myself alone. |
| 8 | 168 | And then, hearing still the cries, the alarms in the night, I fell asleep. |
| 8 | 169 | My last thought before the sweet darkness of sleep was the remembrance that I was one who had chosen ignominious slavery to the freedom of honorable death, and that I was alone. |
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I had tasted humiliation and degradation, and most at my own hands, for I had been most by myself betrayed.
I could no longer see myself as I had been.
I had been a boy and now I had come to the seeings of manhood, and found within myself, disgusting me, something capable of cowardice, self-indulgence, selfishness, and cruelty.
I was no longer worthy of the red of the warrior, no longer worthy of serving the home stone of my city, Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning; it seemed to me then that there were only winds and strengths, and the motions of bodies, the falling of rain, the movements of bacilli, the beating of hearts and the stopping of such beatings.
I found myself alone.
And then, hearing still the cries, the alarms in the night, I fell asleep.
My last thought before the sweet darkness of sleep was the remembrance that I was one who had chosen ignominious slavery to the freedom of honorable death, and that I was alone.
- (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8)