Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 24 | It was this love for his scrolls and for the men who had written them, perhaps centuries before, that most impressed me about Torm. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 21 | The Goreans I had seen in the past few weeks had tended to be meticulous in their dress, taking great pride in their appearance, but Torm apparently had better things on which to spend his time. |
| 3 | 22 | Among these things, unfortunately, was berating those like myself who were hapless enough to fall within the ambit of his wrath. |
| 3 | 23 | Yet, in spite of his incomparable eccentricities, his petulance and exasperation, I felt drawn to the man and sensed in him something I admired—a shrewd and kind spirit, a sense of humor, and a love of learning, which can be one of the deepest and most honest of loves. |
| 3 | 24 | It was this love for his scrolls and for the men who had written them, perhaps centuries before, that most impressed me about Torm. |
| 3 | 25 | In his way, he linked me, this moment, and himself with generations of men who had pondered on the world and its meaning. |
| 3 | 26 | Incredible as it may seem, I did not doubt that he was the finest scholar in the City of Cylinders, as my father had said. |
| 3 | 27 | With annoyance, Torm poked through one of the enormous piles of scrolls and at last, on his hands and knees, fished out one skimpy scroll, set it in the reading device—a metal frame with rollers at the top and bottom—and, pushing a button, spun the scroll to its opening mark, a single sign. |
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The Goreans I had seen in the past few weeks had tended to be meticulous in their dress, taking great pride in their appearance, but Torm apparently had better things on which to spend his time.
Among these things, unfortunately, was berating those like myself who were hapless enough to fall within the ambit of his wrath.
Yet, in spite of his incomparable eccentricities, his petulance and exasperation, I felt drawn to the man and sensed in him something I admired—a shrewd and kind spirit, a sense of humor, and a love of learning, which can be one of the deepest and most honest of loves.
It was this love for his scrolls and for the men who had written them, perhaps centuries before, that most impressed me about Torm.
In his way, he linked me, this moment, and himself with generations of men who had pondered on the world and its meaning.
Incredible as it may seem, I did not doubt that he was the finest scholar in the City of Cylinders, as my father had said.
With annoyance, Torm poked through one of the enormous piles of scrolls and at last, on his hands and knees, fished out one skimpy scroll, set it in the reading device—a metal frame with rollers at the top and bottom—and, pushing a button, spun the scroll to its opening mark, a single sign.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 3)