Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 2 | 169 | "My speculation, however," said my father, "is that the priest-kings are indeed men—men much as we, or humanoid organisms of some type—who possess a science and technology as far beyond our normal ken as that of our own twentieth century would be to the alchemists and astrologers of the medieval universities". |
| 2 | 170 | His supposition seemed plausible to me, for from the very beginning I had understood that in something or someone existed a force and clarity of understanding beside which the customary habits of rationality as I knew them were little more than the tropisms of the unicellular animal. |
| 2 | 171 | Even the technology of the envelope with its patterned thumb-lock, the disorientation of my compass, and the ship that had brought me, unconscious, to this strange world, argued for an incredible grasp of unusual, precise, and manipulable forces. |
| 2 | 172 | "The priest-kings," said my father, "maintain the Sacred Place in the Sardar Mountains, a wild vastness into which no man penetrates. |
| 2 | 173 | The Sacred Place, to the minds of most men here, is taboo, perilous. |
| 2 | 174 | Surely none have returned from those mountains". |
| 2 | 175 | My father's eyes seemed faraway, as if focused on sights he might have preferred to forget. |
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"My speculation, however," said my father, "is that the priest-kings are indeed men—men much as we, or humanoid organisms of some type—who possess a science and technology as far beyond our normal ken as that of our own twentieth century would be to the alchemists and astrologers of the medieval universities".
His supposition seemed plausible to me, for from the very beginning I had understood that in something or someone existed a force and clarity of understanding beside which the customary habits of rationality as I knew them were little more than the tropisms of the unicellular animal.
Even the technology of the envelope with its patterned thumb-lock, the disorientation of my compass, and the ship that had brought me, unconscious, to this strange world, argued for an incredible grasp of unusual, precise, and manipulable forces.
"The priest-kings," said my father, "maintain the Sacred Place in the Sardar Mountains, a wild vastness into which no man penetrates.
The Sacred Place, to the minds of most men here, is taboo, perilous.
Surely none have returned from those mountains".
My father's eyes seemed faraway, as if focused on sights he might have preferred to forget.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter )