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"Is there any hope," he asked, "for males, not men, such as you?" "I do not understand," I stammered. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #309)

"We are not all such weaklings and cowards," said one of the men. "That is true," admitted the heavy man. Then he looked down at me. "Is there any hope," he asked, "for males, not men, such as you?" "I do not understand," I stammered. "How I despise your sort," he said, "fools, cowards, and weaklings, guilt-ridden, confused, smug, meaningless, pretentious, soft males who have permitted themselves to be tricked out of the prerogatives of their sex, robbed of the birthright of their own manhood, who dare not be true to the needs of their own blood, males too weak, too frightened and ashamed, to be men". It startled me that he had said these things, for I had thought myself unusual among the men of Earth in my manhood. Indeed, I had often been castigated and belittled for having been too masculine. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)