Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 497 | Though barefoot, though thonged by the throat, though branded, though clad in a camisk, though a degraded slave, at the mercy of men, I felt, perhaps for the first time in my life, paradoxically, vitally and joyously happy. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 494 | The fourth and fifth days I was permitted to carry wine back to the compound. |
| 8 | 495 | It was true that I had never felt as healthy in my life as I did then, nor had the air seemed as clear and pure, the sky so blue, the clouds so sharp and white. |
| 8 | 496 | I suddenly realized, climbing the ramps of Laura toward the compound, leashed, under guard, carrying a jar of wine on my head, balancing it with my right hand, among my sisters in bondage, breathing the fantastic air of Gor, that I was happy. |
| 8 | 497 | Though barefoot, though thonged by the throat, though branded, though clad in a camisk, though a degraded slave, at the mercy of men, I felt, perhaps for the first time in my life, paradoxically, vitally and joyously happy. |
| 8 | 498 | I now thought more often of men. |
| 8 | 499 | I knew now that they found me attractive. |
| 8 | 500 | And, startlingly, for the first time in my life, I, too, now undeniably, began to find them attractive, deeply and sensuously attractive, even excitingly so. |
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The fourth and fifth days I was permitted to carry wine back to the compound.
It was true that I had never felt as healthy in my life as I did then, nor had the air seemed as clear and pure, the sky so blue, the clouds so sharp and white.
I suddenly realized, climbing the ramps of Laura toward the compound, leashed, under guard, carrying a jar of wine on my head, balancing it with my right hand, among my sisters in bondage, breathing the fantastic air of Gor, that I was happy.
Though barefoot, though thonged by the throat, though branded, though clad in a camisk, though a degraded slave, at the mercy of men, I felt, perhaps for the first time in my life, paradoxically, vitally and joyously happy.
I now thought more often of men.
I knew now that they found me attractive.
And, startlingly, for the first time in my life, I, too, now undeniably, began to find them attractive, deeply and sensuously attractive, even excitingly so.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 8)