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I was anxious to be inside, and safe. I was very much afraid from the experience I had had on Emerald, near the fountain of Aiakos. I had now realized, for the first time, perhaps belatedly, certainly foolishly, that intelligence, rationality, a capacity to calculate and plan, to pursue far goals, might not be limited to my species, but that the dark selections of evolution, in their impersonal, blind processes, without heart, mind, thought, or reason, might endow a variety of life forms with a diversity of attributes and behaviors facilitating survival, doubtless often at the cost of suppressing, eradicating, and feeding on other life forms. Were the beautiful lines of the leaping, fleet tabuk not fashioned by the artistry of the larl, its claws and fangs; did the same blind, nameless gods not balance the swirling school of parsit fish against the strike of the swift-swimming shark; the keenness of the hawk's eye against the tiny urt's immediate flight to cover at the sight of a moving shadow? We find it easy to understand how nature might favor speed, strength, fangs, claws, hoofs, wings, and such in a beast, but why might it not favor, as well, intelligence and cunning, rationality and thought? And what if such attributes might be conjoined with others, such as the tenacity of the sleen, the claws and fangs of the larl? I must warn my master, that things may not be as before, that danger might be afoot, lurking perhaps nearby, watching, even now, from the darkness. The beast had not seemed to bear me ill-will, nor its companion, the lovely lady, but who can read what currents of thought might course unseen in dark places, what rivers might flow in the minds of brutes, what might lie behind unreadable eyes? I seized the hammer ring on the door and lifted it. I then let it fall, twice, against its heavy metal plate. I then waited for a moment, and let it fall once more. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter )