Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 120 | I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 117 | If we were on the high bridges, it would have been more than a thousand feet away. |
| 4 | 118 | The Older Tarl and I may have drunk too much of that fermented brew concocted with fiendish skill from the yellow grain, Sa-Tarna, and called Pagar-Sa-Tarna, Pleasure of the Life-Daughter, but almost always "paga" for short. |
| 4 | 119 | I doubted that I would ever touch the stuff again. |
| 4 | 120 | I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. |
| 4 | 121 | If there were natural slaves and natural free men, as the Older Tarl had insisted, those girls were natural slaves. |
| 4 | 122 | It was impossible to conceive of them as other than they had been, but somewhere they, too, must be awakening painfully, struggling to their feet, needing to clean themselves. |
| 4 | 123 | One in particular I remembered, young, her body like a cheetah, her black hair wild on her brown shoulders, the bangles on her ankles, their sound in the curtained alcove. |
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If we were on the high bridges, it would have been more than a thousand feet away.
The Older Tarl and I may have drunk too much of that fermented brew concocted with fiendish skill from the yellow grain, Sa-Tarna, and called Pagar-Sa-Tarna, Pleasure of the Life-Daughter, but almost always "paga" for short.
I doubted that I would ever touch the stuff again.
I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion.
If there were natural slaves and natural free men, as the Older Tarl had insisted, those girls were natural slaves.
It was impossible to conceive of them as other than they had been, but somewhere they, too, must be awakening painfully, struggling to their feet, needing to clean themselves.
One in particular I remembered, young, her body like a cheetah, her black hair wild on her brown shoulders, the bangles on her ankles, their sound in the curtained alcove.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 4)