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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

She is now, for the first time in her life, free to accept and embrace her deepest and truest identity, her ancient selected-for biological identity, as old as the raid, the hunt in the forest, the cave and leather thongs, the decree of nature, the fruit of evolution's wisdom, that of the lover, captive and slave of a master. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #67)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
24 67 She is now, for the first time in her life, free to accept and embrace her deepest and truest identity, her ancient selected-for biological identity, as old as the raid, the hunt in the forest, the cave and leather thongs, the decree of nature, the fruit of evolution's wisdom, that of the lover, captive and slave of a master.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 64 She forces open the doors and runs outside.
24 65 She feels the sun on her skin, and the wind, and the grass at her ankles.
24 66 She lifts her hands and face and body to the sun and wind, come home at last, after years of banishment, to nature's world.
24 67 She is now, for the first time in her life, free to accept and embrace her deepest and truest identity, her ancient selected-for biological identity, as old as the raid, the hunt in the forest, the cave and leather thongs, the decree of nature, the fruit of evolution's wisdom, that of the lover, captive and slave of a master.
24 68 Many women, of course, know themselves slaves and weep for masters, long before the collar or iron.
24 69 It is only later that they extend their small wrists, and watch as bracelets are locked upon them.
24 70 This room adjoined the larger room outside, with the alcoves, but it was obviously private to her, a high slave.
She forces open the doors and runs outside. She feels the sun on her skin, and the wind, and the grass at her ankles. She lifts her hands and face and body to the sun and wind, come home at last, after years of banishment, to nature's world. She is now, for the first time in her life, free to accept and embrace her deepest and truest identity, her ancient selected-for biological identity, as old as the raid, the hunt in the forest, the cave and leather thongs, the decree of nature, the fruit of evolution's wisdom, that of the lover, captive and slave of a master. Many women, of course, know themselves slaves and weep for masters, long before the collar or iron. It is only later that they extend their small wrists, and watch as bracelets are locked upon them. This room adjoined the larger room outside, with the alcoves, but it was obviously private to her, a high slave. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 24)