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Gor has its laws, its customs, its principles, its conventions, its proprieties, and its sensitivity, sometimes acute, to points of honor; but, to a woman brought from the slave world, it is likely to appear, at first, little more than a lawless savagery, a chaos of will and mastery, an unpredictable jungle, a threatening ferocity, a country of dangers and barbarities. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #114)

The lash is not pleasant. Clearly she feared to excite buyers. In the house she had learned something of what it is to be a woman, and on Gor. Gor has its laws, its customs, its principles, its conventions, its proprieties, and its sensitivity, sometimes acute, to points of honor; but, to a woman brought from the slave world, it is likely to appear, at first, little more than a lawless savagery, a chaos of will and mastery, an unpredictable jungle, a threatening ferocity, a country of dangers and barbarities. To me that seems strange, given the heartless, barbaric complexities of her world with its scramblings for wealth and power, the competitions to control the weaponry of states, that one may apply such ugly resources, under the pretense of legality, to the ends of one's own aggrandizement, a world of deceit, glitter, propaganda, hypocrisy, falsity, greed, and cruelty, a world not loved, but threatened, by a thousand ignorances, neglects, lies, and poisons. What strange beast would defecate in its own lair, or foul its own nest, ruin the soil from which it hopes to harvest, defile the seas in which it would cast its nets, contaminate the very air which it must breathe? Barbarians, they do not know that they are barbarians. What are its women worth, save to be slaves? Collar them, master them. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 4)