Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
11
154
I also passed two stalls, in one of which a fellow was exhibiting drawings, paintings, carvings, and small pieces of metal artwork, while in the other a man was offering kaissa sets, cards, and dice for sale, displayed on a table, while, behind him, arranged on hooks and shelves, oddly enough, were flutes, tabors, and kalikas.
I also passed two stalls, in one of which a fellow was exhibiting drawings, paintings, carvings, and small pieces of metal artwork, while in the other a man was offering kaissa sets, cards, and dice for sale, displayed on a table, while, behind him, arranged on hooks and shelves, oddly enough, were flutes, tabors, and kalikas.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #154)
Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
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Quote
11
151
Happily, on my route, there were no slave shelves or slave cells.
11
152
I do not think I would have liked to walk past such premises, for I am sure I would have been idly assessed by the chained slaves on the shelves or those incarcerated in the cells, just as I might assess them, each wondering what price we might bring, what men would pay for us.
11
153
I now passed a small pottery shop.
11
154
I also passed two stalls, in one of which a fellow was exhibiting drawings, paintings, carvings, and small pieces of metal artwork, while in the other a man was offering kaissa sets, cards, and dice for sale, displayed on a table, while, behind him, arranged on hooks and shelves, oddly enough, were flutes, tabors, and kalikas.
11
155
I would tend to move well to the side, my head lowered, if passing a free woman, while, if passing a free male, I would tend to keep my eyes straight ahead.
11
156
One is wary about meeting the eyes of a free person.
11
157
One is a slave.
Happily, on my route, there were no slave shelves or slave cells.
I do not think I would have liked to walk past such premises, for I am sure I would have been idly assessed by the chained slaves on the shelves or those incarcerated in the cells, just as I might assess them, each wondering what price we might bring, what men would pay for us.
I now passed a small pottery shop.
I also passed two stalls, in one of which a fellow was exhibiting drawings, paintings, carvings, and small pieces of metal artwork, while in the other a man was offering kaissa sets, cards, and dice for sale, displayed on a table, while, behind him, arranged on hooks and shelves, oddly enough, were flutes, tabors, and kalikas.
I would tend to move well to the side, my head lowered, if passing a free woman, while, if passing a free male, I would tend to keep my eyes straight ahead.
One is wary about meeting the eyes of a free person.
One is a slave.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11)