Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 274 | Why have the priest-kings been so lenient in this case—those who control this second earth? I think the answer is simple. |
| 2 | 275 | Enough humanity remains in them, if they are human, for we have never seen them, to be vain; enough vanity remains in them to wish to inform you of their existence, if only in a way that you will not accept or be able to consider seriously. |
| 2 | 276 | Perhaps there is humor in the Sacred Place, or irony. |
| 2 | 277 | After all, suppose you should accept this tale, should learn of the Counter-Earth and of the Voyages of Acquisition, what could you do? You could do nothing, you with your rudimentary technology of which you are so proud—you could do nothing at least for a thousand years, and by that time, if the priest-kings choose, this planet will have found a new sun, and new peoples to populate its verdant surface. |
| 3 | 1 | The Tarn "Ho!" cried Torm, that most improbable member of the Caste of Scribes, throwing his blue robes over his head as though he could not bear to see the light of day. |
| 3 | 2 | Out of the robes then popped the sandy-haired head of the scribe, his pale blue eyes twinkling on each side of that sharp needle of a nose. |
| 3 | 3 | He looked me over. |
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Why have the priest-kings been so lenient in this case—those who control this second earth? I think the answer is simple.
Enough humanity remains in them, if they are human, for we have never seen them, to be vain; enough vanity remains in them to wish to inform you of their existence, if only in a way that you will not accept or be able to consider seriously.
Perhaps there is humor in the Sacred Place, or irony.
After all, suppose you should accept this tale, should learn of the Counter-Earth and of the Voyages of Acquisition, what could you do? You could do nothing, you with your rudimentary technology of which you are so proud—you could do nothing at least for a thousand years, and by that time, if the priest-kings choose, this planet will have found a new sun, and new peoples to populate its verdant surface.
The Tarn "Ho!" cried Torm, that most improbable member of the Caste of Scribes, throwing his blue robes over his head as though he could not bear to see the light of day.
Out of the robes then popped the sandy-haired head of the scribe, his pale blue eyes twinkling on each side of that sharp needle of a nose.
He looked me over.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter )