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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, Chapter 2, Sentence #56)

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. Away with such thoughts! What a brute was the heavy fellow! Poor, poor Miss Henderson! "To be sure," he said, "the point is moot, and interesting. There is a sense in which you are a slave, and a sense in which you are not a slave. The sense in which you are a slave is the sense in which I am justified in addressing you as a slave, and referring to you as a slave. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)