Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 168 | And then, hearing still the cries, the alarms in the night, I fell asleep. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 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. |
| 8 | 170 | * * * * I awakened stiff in the cold of the marsh dawn, hearing the movement of the wind through the dim sedges, the cries of an occasional marsh gant darting among the rushes. |
| 8 | 171 | Somewhere in the distance I heard the grunting of tharlarion. |
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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.
* * * * I awakened stiff in the cold of the marsh dawn, hearing the movement of the wind through the dim sedges, the cries of an occasional marsh gant darting among the rushes.
Somewhere in the distance I heard the grunting of tharlarion.
- (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8)