Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 17 | 84 | The life expectancy of the mine slave, given the labor and food, if he does not die under the whips of the overseers, is usually from six months to one year. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 17 | 81 | The only relief in their existence comes once a year, on the birthday of the Tatrix, when they are served a small cake, made with honey and sesame seeds, and a small pot of poor Kal-da. |
| 17 | 82 | One fellow on my chain, little more than a toothless skeleton, boasted that he had drunk Kal-da three times in the mines. |
| 17 | 83 | Most are not so fortunate. |
| 17 | 84 | The life expectancy of the mine slave, given the labor and food, if he does not die under the whips of the overseers, is usually from six months to one year. |
| 17 | 85 | I found myself gazing at the large circular hole in the ceiling of the narrow cell. |
| 17 | 86 | * * * * In the morning, though I knew it was morning only by the curses of the Whip Slaves, the cracking of the whips, the cries of the slaves and the rattle of chains, I and my fellow prisoners crawled from our cell, emerging again into the broad, rectangular room which lay directly beyond. |
| 17 | 87 | Already the feed trough had been filled. |
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The only relief in their existence comes once a year, on the birthday of the Tatrix, when they are served a small cake, made with honey and sesame seeds, and a small pot of poor Kal-da.
One fellow on my chain, little more than a toothless skeleton, boasted that he had drunk Kal-da three times in the mines.
Most are not so fortunate.
The life expectancy of the mine slave, given the labor and food, if he does not die under the whips of the overseers, is usually from six months to one year.
I found myself gazing at the large circular hole in the ceiling of the narrow cell.
* * * * In the morning, though I knew it was morning only by the curses of the Whip Slaves, the cracking of the whips, the cries of the slaves and the rattle of chains, I and my fellow prisoners crawled from our cell, emerging again into the broad, rectangular room which lay directly beyond.
Already the feed trough had been filled.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 17)