Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 24 | How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 21 | How naive I am, how unpolitical I am. |
| 3 | 22 | Why does the chain lure me? Why does the sight of the whip, and the knowledge that it may be used upon me, thrill me? I wonder if my feelings are unique. |
| 3 | 23 | I do not think so. |
| 3 | 24 | How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself. |
| 3 | 25 | Perhaps, perhaps not. |
| 3 | 26 | But I will, at last, speak. |
| 3 | 27 | For years I have wanted to be at the feet of men, to kneel naked, collared, subservient and submitted, before them, to put my head down and lick and kiss their feet, to be bound at their pleasure, to squirm helplessly in their grasp, to serve them in all ways, instantly and unquestioningly, to be commanded, to be owned, to be mastered. |
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How naive I am, how unpolitical I am.
Why does the chain lure me? Why does the sight of the whip, and the knowledge that it may be used upon me, thrill me? I wonder if my feelings are unique.
I do not think so.
How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself.
Perhaps, perhaps not.
But I will, at last, speak.
For years I have wanted to be at the feet of men, to kneel naked, collared, subservient and submitted, before them, to put my head down and lick and kiss their feet, to be bound at their pleasure, to squirm helplessly in their grasp, to serve them in all ways, instantly and unquestioningly, to be commanded, to be owned, to be mastered.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 3)