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Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

Let the slave be what she is, in all her beauty, radiance, warmth, devotion, love, and service. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #36)
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23 36 Let the slave be what she is, in all her beauty, radiance, warmth, devotion, love, and service.

Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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23 33 The knives of his hate were turned as much inward as outward.
23 34 It might be noted, in passing, that it is quite unusual, and almost unknown, for a Gorean master to hurt a slave as Pertinax had injured Saru.
23 35 A slave is seldom subjected to cruelty so subtle and insidious, a cruelty which would seek to deny her to herself, which would seek to impose falsehood and pretense upon her, punishing her not only for what she cannot help but for that which is most precious in her, what makes her most herself.
23 36 Let the slave be what she is, in all her beauty, radiance, warmth, devotion, love, and service.
23 37 Why demand that she lacerate herself on the nails of lies? How merciful, quick, and how easily done with, is a cuffing or the stroke of a switch.
23 38 How dreadful, comparatively, is the administration of acids and poisons which, seeping and unseen, corrode from within, which would feed mercilessly on the heart itself.
23 39 Interestingly of course, though I was not sure how much aware of this was Pertinax, he was muchly drawn to the slave, and as a slave.
The knives of his hate were turned as much inward as outward. It might be noted, in passing, that it is quite unusual, and almost unknown, for a Gorean master to hurt a slave as Pertinax had injured Saru. A slave is seldom subjected to cruelty so subtle and insidious, a cruelty which would seek to deny her to herself, which would seek to impose falsehood and pretense upon her, punishing her not only for what she cannot help but for that which is most precious in her, what makes her most herself. Let the slave be what she is, in all her beauty, radiance, warmth, devotion, love, and service. Why demand that she lacerate herself on the nails of lies? How merciful, quick, and how easily done with, is a cuffing or the stroke of a switch. How dreadful, comparatively, is the administration of acids and poisons which, seeping and unseen, corrode from within, which would feed mercilessly on the heart itself. Interestingly of course, though I was not sure how much aware of this was Pertinax, he was muchly drawn to the slave, and as a slave. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 23)