Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 11 | It was said there were islands in the night, even beyond the moons. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 8 | Each capsule had been filled. |
| 6 | 9 | Why did I not book passage for Daphne, where the spring rendezvous was to take place? The gray sky ship does not linger long, even in that remote place. |
| 6 | 10 | Whence came the craftsmen, I wondered, who might have fashioned such a ship. |
| 6 | 11 | It was said there were islands in the night, even beyond the moons. |
| 6 | 12 | I thought of another world, wondering why fools would hasten its ruin, scorning and defiling it, contaminating its soil and darkening its skies, polluting its seas and poisoning its air, felling its forests and gouging its surface. |
| 6 | 13 | Do they hate it so? If not, why do they neglect and injure it? Have they another world at hand, a secret one, better and more convenient? Would they not insult and despoil it, as well? What is so terrible about trees and grass, white clouds and blue skies? Perhaps they do not care for such things. |
| 6 | 14 | Perhaps they want a world such as they have made theirs, one crowded and smoky, odorous, and filthy Perhaps they desire such a world, and deserve it. |
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Each capsule had been filled.
Why did I not book passage for Daphne, where the spring rendezvous was to take place? The gray sky ship does not linger long, even in that remote place.
Whence came the craftsmen, I wondered, who might have fashioned such a ship.
It was said there were islands in the night, even beyond the moons.
I thought of another world, wondering why fools would hasten its ruin, scorning and defiling it, contaminating its soil and darkening its skies, polluting its seas and poisoning its air, felling its forests and gouging its surface.
Do they hate it so? If not, why do they neglect and injure it? Have they another world at hand, a secret one, better and more convenient? Would they not insult and despoil it, as well? What is so terrible about trees and grass, white clouds and blue skies? Perhaps they do not care for such things.
Perhaps they want a world such as they have made theirs, one crowded and smoky, odorous, and filthy Perhaps they desire such a world, and deserve it.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 6)