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Would I not hasten her to her feet, and strive to correct her behavior, attempting to educate her, to shame her, to improve her, into pseudomasculinity, or, better, jejune, androgynous postures and pretenses, or would I leave her on her knees, waiting, beautiful, and ready, where she belonged? Away with such barbarous thoughts, I thought. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #53)

What a bounder, and cad, I was! Was I so primitive and coarse, so deplorably insensitive, so unimproved, so unreformed, so masculine, as to relish the mere audition of the word 'Master' on the lips of a beautiful woman? Yet I could not repress my envy of the heavy man. Yes, envy! And, too, how natural it seemed that one such as Miss Henderson should so address one such as he. I dared not even conjecture what might be my response should such a woman so address me, so utter such to me. Would I not hasten her to her feet, and strive to correct her behavior, attempting to educate her, to shame her, to improve her, into pseudomasculinity, or, better, jejune, androgynous postures and pretenses, or would I leave her on her knees, waiting, beautiful, and ready, where she belonged? Away with such barbarous thoughts, I thought. She is property, I thought. Look at her! See her! They are ours, I thought. They are all property, property! Can fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, a million, three million, years of nature be mistaken? No, I thought. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)