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I seized the Mul-Torch from between the stones where I had placed it and, with a great shout, thrust it towards the creature's face. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #20)

It occurred to me then that the light of the Mul-Torch burning in the invariably dark tunnels of its domain may have temporarily blinded or disoriented the creature. More likely the smell of the torch's oxidation products suddenly permeating its delicate antennae would have been as cacophonous to it as some protracted, discordant bedlam of noises might have been to us. It seemed clear the creature did not yet understand what had taken place within its cavern. I seized the Mul-Torch from between the stones where I had placed it and, with a great shout, thrust it towards the creature's face. I would have expected it to retreat with rapidity, but it made no move whatsoever other than to lift its tubular, pincerlike jaws to me. It seemed to me most unnatural, as though the creature might have been a living rock, or a blind, carnivorous growth. One thing was clear. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)