Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 17 | 1197 | It is rude, and primitive, uncompromising, frightening, natural and merciless, fierce. |
| 17 | 1198 | And it is on that world, Gor, not Earth, this fearful, severe, biologically honest world, so far from Earth, that I find myself a slave! I cannot be a slave, she thought, wildly. |
| 17 | 1199 | How brutal and rapid he was with me, she thought. |
| 17 | 1200 | With what casual, thoughtless contempt I was used! Does he think I am a slave? But, of course, I am a slave! And how true that is, and how he has shown it to me! If I did not understand my brand before, that lovely, so-meaningful, incisive mark burned into my body, that mark which I cannot remove, which proclaims to all who see it what I am, I understand it now! I am a slave, and no more than a slave. |
| 17 | 1201 | Where was his gentleness, his tenderness, his sensitivity? Surely he could not know my crimes against men on my own world, how I foolishly, deluded by the madness of propaganda, attempted to abet their destruction? Doubtless I have much to pay for! I wonder if the men of Earth will one day make the women of Earth pay similarly for their crimes. |
| 17 | 1202 | But I have changed! I beg to be treated well, my masters! Then she smiled bitterly to herself. |
| 17 | 1203 | One might as well ask gentleness, tenderness, sensitivity of beasts, of leopards and lions, of alien, aggressive, different, mighty life forms, life forms, she thought, compared to which we are insignificant, even negligible, valued only for casual utilities. |
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It is rude, and primitive, uncompromising, frightening, natural and merciless, fierce.
And it is on that world, Gor, not Earth, this fearful, severe, biologically honest world, so far from Earth, that I find myself a slave! I cannot be a slave, she thought, wildly.
How brutal and rapid he was with me, she thought.
With what casual, thoughtless contempt I was used! Does he think I am a slave? But, of course, I am a slave! And how true that is, and how he has shown it to me! If I did not understand my brand before, that lovely, so-meaningful, incisive mark burned into my body, that mark which I cannot remove, which proclaims to all who see it what I am, I understand it now! I am a slave, and no more than a slave.
Where was his gentleness, his tenderness, his sensitivity? Surely he could not know my crimes against men on my own world, how I foolishly, deluded by the madness of propaganda, attempted to abet their destruction? Doubtless I have much to pay for! I wonder if the men of Earth will one day make the women of Earth pay similarly for their crimes.
But I have changed! I beg to be treated well, my masters! Then she smiled bitterly to herself.
One might as well ask gentleness, tenderness, sensitivity of beasts, of leopards and lions, of alien, aggressive, different, mighty life forms, life forms, she thought, compared to which we are insignificant, even negligible, valued only for casual utilities.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )