Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 71 | Was it on my account that a city had perished? Was it I who had brought disaster to its people, to my father, to my friends and Talena? Had I been too foolish to understand that I was nothing before the power of the Priest-Kings? Was I now to wander the forlorn roads and fields of Gor in guilt and agony, a wretched example of the fate which the Priest-Kings could mete out to the foolish and proud? Then suddenly I ceased to pity myself, and I was shocked, for looking into the eyes of the robed figure I saw human warmth in them, tears for me. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 68 | I lowered the spear. |
| 5 | 69 | My eyes were filled with tears. |
| 5 | 70 | I was bewildered. |
| 5 | 71 | Was it on my account that a city had perished? Was it I who had brought disaster to its people, to my father, to my friends and Talena? Had I been too foolish to understand that I was nothing before the power of the Priest-Kings? Was I now to wander the forlorn roads and fields of Gor in guilt and agony, a wretched example of the fate which the Priest-Kings could mete out to the foolish and proud? Then suddenly I ceased to pity myself, and I was shocked, for looking into the eyes of the robed figure I saw human warmth in them, tears for me. |
| 5 | 72 | It was pity, the forbidden emotion, and yet he could not restrain himself. |
| 5 | 73 | Somehow the power I had felt in his presence seemed to have vanished. |
| 5 | 74 | I was now only in the presence of a man, a fellow human being even though he wore the sublime robes of the proud Caste of Initiates. |
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I lowered the spear.
My eyes were filled with tears.
I was bewildered.
Was it on my account that a city had perished? Was it I who had brought disaster to its people, to my father, to my friends and Talena? Had I been too foolish to understand that I was nothing before the power of the Priest-Kings? Was I now to wander the forlorn roads and fields of Gor in guilt and agony, a wretched example of the fate which the Priest-Kings could mete out to the foolish and proud? Then suddenly I ceased to pity myself, and I was shocked, for looking into the eyes of the robed figure I saw human warmth in them, tears for me.
It was pity, the forbidden emotion, and yet he could not restrain himself.
Somehow the power I had felt in his presence seemed to have vanished.
I was now only in the presence of a man, a fellow human being even though he wore the sublime robes of the proud Caste of Initiates.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 5)