It was railed, as most Gorean bridges, high or low, are not.
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Slowly I let my eye wander the city, surely in its people and their customs one of the most unusual on Gor.
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Tharna, though a city of cylinders, did not seem to my eye as beautiful as many other cities I had seen.
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This was perhaps because the cylinders were, on the whole, less lofty than those of other cities, and much broader, giving an impression of a set of squat, accumulated disks, so different from the lofty forests of sky-challenging towers and battlements distinguishing most Gorean cities.
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Moreover, in contrast to most cities, the cylinders of Tharna seemed excessively solemn, as if overcome by their own weight.
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They were scarcely distinguishable from one another, an aggregate of grays and browns, so different from the thousand gay colors that gleamed in most cities, where each cylinder in towering splendor lodged its claim to be the bravest and most beautiful of all.
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Even the horizontal plains about Tharna, marked by their occasional outcroppings of weathered boulders, seemed to be gray, rather cold and gloomy, perhaps sad.
It was railed, as most Gorean bridges, high or low, are not.
Slowly I let my eye wander the city, surely in its people and their customs one of the most unusual on Gor.
Tharna, though a city of cylinders, did not seem to my eye as beautiful as many other cities I had seen.
This was perhaps because the cylinders were, on the whole, less lofty than those of other cities, and much broader, giving an impression of a set of squat, accumulated disks, so different from the lofty forests of sky-challenging towers and battlements distinguishing most Gorean cities.
Moreover, in contrast to most cities, the cylinders of Tharna seemed excessively solemn, as if overcome by their own weight.
They were scarcely distinguishable from one another, an aggregate of grays and browns, so different from the thousand gay colors that gleamed in most cities, where each cylinder in towering splendor lodged its claim to be the bravest and most beautiful of all.
Even the horizontal plains about Tharna, marked by their occasional outcroppings of weathered boulders, seemed to be gray, rather cold and gloomy, perhaps sad.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )