Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 245 | For no rational reason I am sometimes angered when enemies or strangers speak of my hair. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 242 | "How was it," I asked, "that you, who had never seen me, knew me and spoke my name at the banquet?" "You had been well described to me by the gray fellow," said Saphrar. |
| 16 | 243 | "Also, I was certain there could not have been two among the Tuchuks with hair such as yours". |
| 16 | 244 | I bristled slightly. |
| 16 | 245 | For no rational reason I am sometimes angered when enemies or strangers speak of my hair. |
| 16 | 246 | I suppose this dates back to my youth when my flaming hair, perhaps a deplorably outrageous red, was the object of dozens of derisive comments, each customarily engendering its own rebuttal, both followed often by a nimble controversy, adjudicated by bare knuckles. |
| 16 | 247 | I recalled, with a certain amount of satisfaction, even in the House of Saphrar, that I had managed to resolve most of these disputes in my favor. |
| 16 | 248 | My aunt used to examine my knuckles each evening and when they were skinned—which was not seldom—I trooped away to bed with honor rather than supper. |
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"How was it," I asked, "that you, who had never seen me, knew me and spoke my name at the banquet?" "You had been well described to me by the gray fellow," said Saphrar.
"Also, I was certain there could not have been two among the Tuchuks with hair such as yours".
I bristled slightly.
For no rational reason I am sometimes angered when enemies or strangers speak of my hair.
I suppose this dates back to my youth when my flaming hair, perhaps a deplorably outrageous red, was the object of dozens of derisive comments, each customarily engendering its own rebuttal, both followed often by a nimble controversy, adjudicated by bare knuckles.
I recalled, with a certain amount of satisfaction, even in the House of Saphrar, that I had managed to resolve most of these disputes in my favor.
My aunt used to examine my knuckles each evening and when they were skinned—which was not seldom—I trooped away to bed with honor rather than supper.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 16)