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I heard the slaver's scribe, at his desk before the block, reading, droning, describing the next offering, my hair and eye color, my height and weight, my current name, my collar size, wrist-and-ankle-ring sizes, my training, of some weeks, which was largely restricted to what were regarded as essentials, an estimate of my fluency in Gorean, and such. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #11)

My legs seemed weak. I crawled upward, to the surface of the block, and then, on all fours, my hands and knees were in the large, concave depression in the block. The sawdust was clean, or, perhaps, had been changed or replenished. I heard the slaver's scribe, at his desk before the block, reading, droning, describing the next offering, my hair and eye color, my height and weight, my current name, my collar size, wrist-and-ankle-ring sizes, my training, of some weeks, which was largely restricted to what were regarded as essentials, an estimate of my fluency in Gorean, and such. I was, of course, illiterate. Too, naturally, it was made clear that I was a barbarian. A house can be burned if it misrepresents its merchandise. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 3)