Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 4 | It was very pleasant near the shore, with the smell of thassa, with the cool, penetrant air, the sense of the salt of her churning waves, the sound of the surf, the incoming tide, the wash of sea weed on the shore, the water with its soft, fluid rush across the sand and amongst the stones, and then its circuitous return, and then its advance, and then again its return, and the wheeling and intermittent crying offshore of broad-winged coast gulls. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 1 | A Sail I stood back amongst the trees, looking out to sea. |
| 4 | 2 | It was early morning. |
| 4 | 3 | I had left the hut of Pertinax a few Ehn earlier. |
| 4 | 4 | It was very pleasant near the shore, with the smell of thassa, with the cool, penetrant air, the sense of the salt of her churning waves, the sound of the surf, the incoming tide, the wash of sea weed on the shore, the water with its soft, fluid rush across the sand and amongst the stones, and then its circuitous return, and then its advance, and then again its return, and the wheeling and intermittent crying offshore of broad-winged coast gulls. |
| 4 | 5 | Too, as it had rained the preceding night, the higher rocks and the sand above the tide line were still dark with damp. |
| 4 | 6 | The forest, too, with its moist soil and its glistening, rustling canopies of wet, dripping leaves, shaken in the wind, had about it its sweetness of life. |
| 4 | 7 | I wondered if human beings were good for such a world. |
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A Sail I stood back amongst the trees, looking out to sea.
It was early morning.
I had left the hut of Pertinax a few Ehn earlier.
It was very pleasant near the shore, with the smell of thassa, with the cool, penetrant air, the sense of the salt of her churning waves, the sound of the surf, the incoming tide, the wash of sea weed on the shore, the water with its soft, fluid rush across the sand and amongst the stones, and then its circuitous return, and then its advance, and then again its return, and the wheeling and intermittent crying offshore of broad-winged coast gulls.
Too, as it had rained the preceding night, the higher rocks and the sand above the tide line were still dark with damp.
The forest, too, with its moist soil and its glistening, rustling canopies of wet, dripping leaves, shaken in the wind, had about it its sweetness of life.
I wondered if human beings were good for such a world.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 4)