Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
18
712
What a boon, what a privilege it is, to breathe such air, such exuberant air, to see such sights, so striking, so splendid and colorful, to taste fresh, natural foods, not aged and stale, not tasteless, not saturated with alien chemicals! And see how these men love their world and their cities, their fields and forests, how they keep them, how they care for them, and love them, how they will not destroy them, how they will not cut and burn them, nor diminish and exhaust them.
What a boon, what a privilege it is, to breathe such air, such exuberant air, to see such sights, so striking, so splendid and colorful, to taste fresh, natural foods, not aged and stale, not tasteless, not saturated with alien chemicals! And see how these men love their world and their cities, their fields and forests, how they keep them, how they care for them, and love them, how they will not destroy them, how they will not cut and burn them, nor diminish and exhaust them.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #712)
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
18
709
Ellen wept, uncontrollably.
18
710
"Surely there are worse worlds," said the girl, consolingly, soothingly.
18
711
"Consider the beauty of this world, how fresh and glorious it is! Have you known such a place on Earth, surely not many.
18
712
What a boon, what a privilege it is, to breathe such air, such exuberant air, to see such sights, so striking, so splendid and colorful, to taste fresh, natural foods, not aged and stale, not tasteless, not saturated with alien chemicals! And see how these men love their world and their cities, their fields and forests, how they keep them, how they care for them, and love them, how they will not destroy them, how they will not cut and burn them, nor diminish and exhaust them.
18
713
There are surely worse worlds than this".
18
714
"But we have been brought here as slaves!" said Ellen.
18
715
"Yes," smiled the girl.
Ellen wept, uncontrollably.
"Surely there are worse worlds," said the girl, consolingly, soothingly.
"Consider the beauty of this world, how fresh and glorious it is! Have you known such a place on Earth, surely not many.
What a boon, what a privilege it is, to breathe such air, such exuberant air, to see such sights, so striking, so splendid and colorful, to taste fresh, natural foods, not aged and stale, not tasteless, not saturated with alien chemicals! And see how these men love their world and their cities, their fields and forests, how they keep them, how they care for them, and love them, how they will not destroy them, how they will not cut and burn them, nor diminish and exhaust them.
There are surely worse worlds than this".
"But we have been brought here as slaves!" said Ellen.
"Yes," smiled the girl.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18)