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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
6 30 Indeed, when I had returned to Earth from my first trip to Gor I had found that one of the minor inconveniences of my return was reaccustoming myself to the simple business of sitting on chairs.
6 31 I felt, for some months, rather awkward, rather unsteady perched on a little wooden platform supported by four narrow sticks.
6 32 Perhaps if you can imagine yourself suddenly being forced to sit on rather high end tables you can sense the feeling.
6 33 The Gorean male, at ease, usually sits cross-legged and the female kneels, resting back on her heels.
6 34 The position of the Tower slave, in which Vika knelt, differs from that of a free woman only in the position of the wrists which are held before her and, when not occupied, crossed as though for binding.
6 35 A free woman's wrists are never so placed.
6 36 The Older Tarl, who had been my mentor in arms years ago in Ko-ro-ba, had once told me the story of a free woman, desperately in love with a warrior, who, in the presence of her family was entertaining him, and whose wrists, unconsciously, had assumed the position of a slave.
Indeed, when I had returned to Earth from my first trip to Gor I had found that one of the minor inconveniences of my return was reaccustoming myself to the simple business of sitting on chairs. I felt, for some months, rather awkward, rather unsteady perched on a little wooden platform supported by four narrow sticks. Perhaps if you can imagine yourself suddenly being forced to sit on rather high end tables you can sense the feeling. The Gorean male, at ease, usually sits cross-legged and the female kneels, resting back on her heels. The position of the Tower slave, in which Vika knelt, differs from that of a free woman only in the position of the wrists which are held before her and, when not occupied, crossed as though for binding. A free woman's wrists are never so placed. The Older Tarl, who had been my mentor in arms years ago in Ko-ro-ba, had once told me the story of a free woman, desperately in love with a warrior, who, in the presence of her family was entertaining him, and whose wrists, unconsciously, had assumed the position of a slave. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )