Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 86 | He thrust his hand in her hair. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 83 | Man, on Earth, had finally succeeded, after long centuries, in creating a society in which he had no essential place; he had, at last, built a house in which he could not live, in which he had left not one room suitable for human habitation; he called it a home; in it he was a stranger; his habitat, by his own efforts, became inhospitable to him; his efficiencies, his machines, his institutions, in his hands, had at last succeeded in evicting him from his own realities; women were shamed to be women; men terrified of listening to their blood, and being men; in their plastic cubicles, amidst the hum of their machineries, men at night squirmed and wept, hating themselves, castigating themselves for not meeting the standards of a world alien to their sensate truths; let robots weep for not being men, not men weep for not being robots; the strong, the fine, the mighty, is not wicked; only the vile and small, incapable of power, speak it so; but there was little hope for the men of Earth; they feared to listen, for they might hear ancient drums. |
| 1 | 84 | The blondish girl put down her head. |
| 1 | 85 | I gestured to the guard behind her. |
| 1 | 86 | He thrust his hand in her hair. |
| 1 | 87 | She cried out. |
| 1 | 88 | Her head was rudely jerked up and back. |
| 1 | 89 | She looked at me. |
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Man, on Earth, had finally succeeded, after long centuries, in creating a society in which he had no essential place; he had, at last, built a house in which he could not live, in which he had left not one room suitable for human habitation; he called it a home; in it he was a stranger; his habitat, by his own efforts, became inhospitable to him; his efficiencies, his machines, his institutions, in his hands, had at last succeeded in evicting him from his own realities; women were shamed to be women; men terrified of listening to their blood, and being men; in their plastic cubicles, amidst the hum of their machineries, men at night squirmed and wept, hating themselves, castigating themselves for not meeting the standards of a world alien to their sensate truths; let robots weep for not being men, not men weep for not being robots; the strong, the fine, the mighty, is not wicked; only the vile and small, incapable of power, speak it so; but there was little hope for the men of Earth; they feared to listen, for they might hear ancient drums.
The blondish girl put down her head.
I gestured to the guard behind her.
He thrust his hand in her hair.
She cried out.
Her head was rudely jerked up and back.
She looked at me.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1)