Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 2 | I remember one last glimpse of the Sardar Range, the path I had climbed, the cold, blue sky and two snowy larls, one chained on either side of the entrance. |
| 4 | 3 | My host did not speak but led the way with a merry stride, an almost constant curl of smoke from his little round pipe encircling his bald pate and muttonchop whiskers and drifting back down the passage. |
| 4 | 4 | The passage was lit with energy bulbs, of the sort which I had encountered in the tunnel of Marlenus which led beneath the walls of Ar. |
| 4 | 5 | There was nothing in the lighting of the passage, or its construction, to suggest that the Priest-Kings' caste of Builders, if they had one, was any more advanced than that of the men below the mountains. |
| 4 | 6 | Too, the passage was devoid of ornament, lacking the mosaics and tapestries with which the beauty-loving Goreans below the mountains are wont to glorify the places of their own habitation. |
| 4 | 7 | The Priest-Kings, as far as I could tell, had no art. |
| 4 | 8 | Perhaps they would regard it as a useless excrescence detracting from the more sober values of life, such as, I supposed, study, meditation and the manipulation of the lives of men. |
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I remember one last glimpse of the Sardar Range, the path I had climbed, the cold, blue sky and two snowy larls, one chained on either side of the entrance.
My host did not speak but led the way with a merry stride, an almost constant curl of smoke from his little round pipe encircling his bald pate and muttonchop whiskers and drifting back down the passage.
The passage was lit with energy bulbs, of the sort which I had encountered in the tunnel of Marlenus which led beneath the walls of Ar.
There was nothing in the lighting of the passage, or its construction, to suggest that the Priest-Kings' caste of Builders, if they had one, was any more advanced than that of the men below the mountains.
Too, the passage was devoid of ornament, lacking the mosaics and tapestries with which the beauty-loving Goreans below the mountains are wont to glorify the places of their own habitation.
The Priest-Kings, as far as I could tell, had no art.
Perhaps they would regard it as a useless excrescence detracting from the more sober values of life, such as, I supposed, study, meditation and the manipulation of the lives of men.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )