Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 54 | How foolish I had been! I was a barbarian, I could not even speak the language, I had no home stone, and yet I had dared to stand before him! How natural it had seemed then; how frightful it would seem now! But I do not think I should have been blamed. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 51 | I had no way of knowing, at that time, on Earth, that he was a master and I was a slave. |
| 1 | 52 | Fool that I was, I had thought him another man of Earth, a mere man of Earth. |
| 1 | 53 | Why had I not seen the master in his eyes, in his mien, in the nature of his regard? In my vanity, and pride, I had displeased him. |
| 1 | 54 | How foolish I had been! I was a barbarian, I could not even speak the language, I had no home stone, and yet I had dared to stand before him! How natural it had seemed then; how frightful it would seem now! But I do not think I should have been blamed. |
| 1 | 55 | I had been taught to deny the most obvious and profound biological realities, to dismiss or despise patent differences, to deny nature, the very nature of which I was an outcome. |
| 1 | 56 | Were humans not essentially unreal, a fraud, unlike the lion and the hawk, more honest forms of life? Were human beings not a counterfeit currency of sorts, masquerading as a genuine life form? Were they not shallow sociological artifacts, nothing in themselves, only clay waiting to be shaped, simple nondescript matter waiting to be formed as society might decree, empty vessels waiting to be filled with whatever contents were currently brewed, following the approved recipes of the day? Glory to the engineers who design automobiles and people. |
| 1 | 57 | Hail the managers who assemble and produce the new improved model of the human being. |
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I had no way of knowing, at that time, on Earth, that he was a master and I was a slave.
Fool that I was, I had thought him another man of Earth, a mere man of Earth.
Why had I not seen the master in his eyes, in his mien, in the nature of his regard? In my vanity, and pride, I had displeased him.
How foolish I had been! I was a barbarian, I could not even speak the language, I had no home stone, and yet I had dared to stand before him! How natural it had seemed then; how frightful it would seem now! But I do not think I should have been blamed.
I had been taught to deny the most obvious and profound biological realities, to dismiss or despise patent differences, to deny nature, the very nature of which I was an outcome.
Were humans not essentially unreal, a fraud, unlike the lion and the hawk, more honest forms of life? Were human beings not a counterfeit currency of sorts, masquerading as a genuine life form? Were they not shallow sociological artifacts, nothing in themselves, only clay waiting to be shaped, simple nondescript matter waiting to be formed as society might decree, empty vessels waiting to be filled with whatever contents were currently brewed, following the approved recipes of the day? Glory to the engineers who design automobiles and people.
Hail the managers who assemble and produce the new improved model of the human being.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 1)