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Let them stay indoors, if they wish; but, too, let them not interfere with those whose destiny calls them to the greater, beckoning, healthful, sunlit world outside. I recalled the lovely, preoccupied, fearful, inhibited, conforming Miss Henderson. I doubt that she knew how she was looked at. Could she have even understood it? Did she know how she was looked at, could she have suspected it, that she was looked at, despite her prescribed garmenture, despite her ideology and views, her smugness, her vaunted pride, as a woman is looked at by a man? Had I not a thousand times, in my mind, seeing her in the corridors, on the campus, on the streets, unbeknownst to her, conjectured her luscious lineaments; had I not a thousand times, noting her in a thousand places, in my mind, had her revealed to me, and collared? And now the lovely, vain, pretentious, troublesome Miss Henderson was no longer on Earth. She, as I, was on Gor. And she, such as she was, was accordingly subject to the risks, and appropriatenesses, of that world. It is very different from Earth. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )