Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 61 | 1235 | Do you think men are so willing to relinquish manhood, or so stupid as to submit like dumb animals to their impoverishment, belling, and slaughter? Even the mighty larl can be brought down by a swarm of squealing urts, but this does not prove the superiority of the urt to the larl, to the lonely, proud hunter, content in his mountain vastnesses, prowling about, alert and soft-footed, in remote wildernesses". |
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Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 61 | 1232 | "You are mistaken," I said. |
| 61 | 1233 | "There are many. |
| 61 | 1234 | Indeed, in the heart of every male, there is a Gorean, even if only a secret, concealed Gorean. |
| 61 | 1235 | Do you think men are so willing to relinquish manhood, or so stupid as to submit like dumb animals to their impoverishment, belling, and slaughter? Even the mighty larl can be brought down by a swarm of squealing urts, but this does not prove the superiority of the urt to the larl, to the lonely, proud hunter, content in his mountain vastnesses, prowling about, alert and soft-footed, in remote wildernesses". |
| 61 | 1236 | She looked behind herself, wildly, as the mariner, his hand on her upper right arm, half dragged her to the gangplank. |
| 61 | 1237 | I thought of Cecily, waiting in my cabin. |
| 61 | 1238 | When she heard my footstep she would place the switch, crosswise, between her teeth, and await my entry. |
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"You are mistaken," I said.
"There are many.
Indeed, in the heart of every male, there is a Gorean, even if only a secret, concealed Gorean.
Do you think men are so willing to relinquish manhood, or so stupid as to submit like dumb animals to their impoverishment, belling, and slaughter? Even the mighty larl can be brought down by a swarm of squealing urts, but this does not prove the superiority of the urt to the larl, to the lonely, proud hunter, content in his mountain vastnesses, prowling about, alert and soft-footed, in remote wildernesses".
She looked behind herself, wildly, as the mariner, his hand on her upper right arm, half dragged her to the gangplank.
I thought of Cecily, waiting in my cabin.
When she heard my footstep she would place the switch, crosswise, between her teeth, and await my entry.
- (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 61)