Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 11 | 83 | During the day it seems menacing, whitish, shimmering with heat, blinding, burning; men must shade their eyes; some go blind; women and children remain within the tents; but, with the coming of the evening, with the departure of the sun, there is a softening, a gentling, of this vast, rocky harsh terrain. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 11 | 80 | And we continued our quest. |
| 11 | 81 | The Tahari is perhaps most beautiful at night. |
| 11 | 82 | During the day one can scarcely look upon it, for the heats and reflections. |
| 11 | 83 | During the day it seems menacing, whitish, shimmering with heat, blinding, burning; men must shade their eyes; some go blind; women and children remain within the tents; but, with the coming of the evening, with the departure of the sun, there is a softening, a gentling, of this vast, rocky harsh terrain. |
| 11 | 84 | It is at this time that Hassan, the bandit, would make his camps. |
| 11 | 85 | As the sun sank, the hills, the dust and sky, would become red in a hundred shades, and, as the light fades, these reds would become gradually transformed into a thousand glowing tones of gold, which, with the final fading of the light in the west, yield to a world of luminous, then dusky, blues and purples. |
| 11 | 86 | Then, it seems suddenly, the sky is black and wide and high and is rich with the reflected sands of stars, like clear bright diamonds burning in the soft, sable silence of the desert's innocent quietude. |
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And we continued our quest.
The Tahari is perhaps most beautiful at night.
During the day one can scarcely look upon it, for the heats and reflections.
During the day it seems menacing, whitish, shimmering with heat, blinding, burning; men must shade their eyes; some go blind; women and children remain within the tents; but, with the coming of the evening, with the departure of the sun, there is a softening, a gentling, of this vast, rocky harsh terrain.
It is at this time that Hassan, the bandit, would make his camps.
As the sun sank, the hills, the dust and sky, would become red in a hundred shades, and, as the light fades, these reds would become gradually transformed into a thousand glowing tones of gold, which, with the final fading of the light in the west, yield to a world of luminous, then dusky, blues and purples.
Then, it seems suddenly, the sky is black and wide and high and is rich with the reflected sands of stars, like clear bright diamonds burning in the soft, sable silence of the desert's innocent quietude.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 11)