Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 29 | 7 | Who cares if a Centius of Cos or a Scormus of Ar can push tiny pieces of wood about on a hundred-squared, red-and-yellow board better than ten hundred thousand others? Is it really so superior to the planting of suls and the harvesting of Tur-Pah, the fishing for eels or parsit, the shaping and smoothing of boards or the weaving and sewing of canvas? Who is the greatest of singers, or the finest master of line and color? Who is to say it? Yet in some games the matter is not so subjective. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 29 | 4 | What cared I for the origins of some young mysterious swordsman? Such may rise, like a luminous sun, and, as soon, decline like a falling star. |
| 29 | 5 | The heroes of blades come, and go, and seek out one another. |
| 29 | 6 | So there can be one most noted swordsman, one blade faster and more cunning than all the others? Is this not as strange as the lore and fame of the checkered caste, the Players. |
| 29 | 7 | Who cares if a Centius of Cos or a Scormus of Ar can push tiny pieces of wood about on a hundred-squared, red-and-yellow board better than ten hundred thousand others? Is it really so superior to the planting of suls and the harvesting of Tur-Pah, the fishing for eels or parsit, the shaping and smoothing of boards or the weaving and sewing of canvas? Who is the greatest of singers, or the finest master of line and color? Who is to say it? Yet in some games the matter is not so subjective. |
| 29 | 8 | In kaissa a game is won, lost, or drawn, and it is clear which is the case. |
| 29 | 9 | It is not a matter of saying; it is a matter of seeing. |
| 29 | 10 | And, I fear, for those who are attracted to such things, outcomes are similarly clear in the games of steel. |
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What cared I for the origins of some young mysterious swordsman? Such may rise, like a luminous sun, and, as soon, decline like a falling star.
The heroes of blades come, and go, and seek out one another.
So there can be one most noted swordsman, one blade faster and more cunning than all the others? Is this not as strange as the lore and fame of the checkered caste, the Players.
Who cares if a Centius of Cos or a Scormus of Ar can push tiny pieces of wood about on a hundred-squared, red-and-yellow board better than ten hundred thousand others? Is it really so superior to the planting of suls and the harvesting of Tur-Pah, the fishing for eels or parsit, the shaping and smoothing of boards or the weaving and sewing of canvas? Who is the greatest of singers, or the finest master of line and color? Who is to say it? Yet in some games the matter is not so subjective.
In kaissa a game is won, lost, or drawn, and it is clear which is the case.
It is not a matter of saying; it is a matter of seeing.
And, I fear, for those who are attracted to such things, outcomes are similarly clear in the games of steel.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 29)