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I did not know. As I lay in the cage, warm in the blanket, trying not to move, many thoughts, as they will, came and went. I thought of my former life on Earth. How free, truly, had I been, without a master before whom I could at last be myself? Was I, or others, really so free then? Had I not been subject to a thousand restrictions, pressures, and forces, not been governed by a thousand bondages of compliance and convention? Had I not been informed how I was to speak, behave, and think? How perilous it had been not to conform! How many falsities and lies were imposed in the name of truth and honesty? Were we truly so free, swarming about, coming and going, in those immense, shimmering hives of steel and glass, their walls blazing in the sun? Was nature, with its wind and sunlight, its rain and snow, its grass and mountains, really so inferior to crowded, noisy thoroughfares, small and narrow at the foot of artificial cliffs and canyons? Was it so wonderful, really, to scratch and fight, to plot and plan, to climb stairs leading to nothing? Is it the best of bargains to spend a life on parties and restaurants, theaters, and night clubs? Is one well advised to seek out for oneself glittering traps? What wise animal would knowingly hasten to enmesh itself in snares, even golden snares? On Earth my life had been shallow and frivolous, pretentious, hectic, and meaningless. How vain I had been! How satisfied, how proud, I had been of myself! How brightly I had sparkled amongst similarly worthless baubles! And then I was brought to Gor, and made a slave. Was it not fitting? Why should one such as I, so cheap and worthless, so meretricious and petty, not be a slave, not be owned and mastered? What else could one such as I be good for? And so I had found myself stripped and sold from a block in Brundisium. At last I had some value, small as it was, the value of a slave. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )