Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 3 | 56 | He was simply too cheerful, too open and ingenuous, too frank, and only too obviously pleased to see and welcome me. |
| 3 | 57 | It was impossible not to be drawn to him; I found that I liked him, though I had just met him; and that I wanted him to like me, and that I felt he did, and that this pleased me. |
| 3 | 58 | If I had seen this man in my own world, this small, rotund, merry gentleman with his florid coloring and cheerful manner I would have thought him necessarily English, and of a sort one seldom encounters nowadays. |
| 3 | 59 | If one had encountered him in the eighteenth century, one might have taken him for a jolly, snuff-sniffing, roisterous country squire, knowing himself the salt of the earth, not above twitting the parson nor pinching the serving girls; in the nineteenth century he would have owned an old book shop and worked at a high desk, quite outdated, kept his money in a sock, distributed it indiscriminately to all who asked him for it, and publicly read Chaucer and Darwin to scandalize lady customers and the local clergy; in my own time such a man could only be a college professor, for there are few other refuges save wealth left in my world for men such as he; one could imagine him ensconced in a university chair, perhaps affluent enough for gout, reposing in his tenure, puffing on his pipe, a connoisseur of ales and castles, a gusty aficionado of bawdy Elizabethan drinking songs, which he would feel it his duty to bequeath, piously, as a portion of their rich literary heritage, to generations of recent, proper graduates of Eton and Harrow. |
| 3 | 60 | The small eyes regarded me, twinkling. |
| 3 | 61 | With a start I noted that the pupils of his eyes were red. |
| 3 | 62 | When I started a momentary flicker of annoyance crossed his features, but in an instant he was again his chuckling, affable, bubbling self. |
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He was simply too cheerful, too open and ingenuous, too frank, and only too obviously pleased to see and welcome me.
It was impossible not to be drawn to him; I found that I liked him, though I had just met him; and that I wanted him to like me, and that I felt he did, and that this pleased me.
If I had seen this man in my own world, this small, rotund, merry gentleman with his florid coloring and cheerful manner I would have thought him necessarily English, and of a sort one seldom encounters nowadays.
If one had encountered him in the eighteenth century, one might have taken him for a jolly, snuff-sniffing, roisterous country squire, knowing himself the salt of the earth, not above twitting the parson nor pinching the serving girls; in the nineteenth century he would have owned an old book shop and worked at a high desk, quite outdated, kept his money in a sock, distributed it indiscriminately to all who asked him for it, and publicly read Chaucer and Darwin to scandalize lady customers and the local clergy; in my own time such a man could only be a college professor, for there are few other refuges save wealth left in my world for men such as he; one could imagine him ensconced in a university chair, perhaps affluent enough for gout, reposing in his tenure, puffing on his pipe, a connoisseur of ales and castles, a gusty aficionado of bawdy Elizabethan drinking songs, which he would feel it his duty to bequeath, piously, as a portion of their rich literary heritage, to generations of recent, proper graduates of Eton and Harrow.
The small eyes regarded me, twinkling.
With a start I noted that the pupils of his eyes were red.
When I started a momentary flicker of annoyance crossed his features, but in an instant he was again his chuckling, affable, bubbling self.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )