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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

And no longer, either, was she in the lovely garmenture of the restaurant, that suggesting her piteous desire to express her forbidden sex, that of her deepest self, that of the true female, the feminine woman, the excruciatingly desirable feminine woman, so preciously, wondrously and gloriously different, in so many ways, from a man. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #168)
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9 168 And no View more quotes about longer">longer, either, was she in the lovely garmenture of the restaurant, that suggesting her piteous desire to express her forbidden sex, that of her deepest self, that of the true female, the feminine woman, the excruciatingly desirable feminine woman, so preciously, wondrously and gloriously different, in so many ways, from a man.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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9 165 And how dismayed she had been to have been come upon in the restaurant by two of those she so feared, two of her fellow students, gross, mulelike females, politically sanctimonious, smug in dogmatism and power, examples of the ideologically obsessed mediocrities whose intent it was to turn a university into a personal political instrument, one promoting a specialized agenda designed to further particular interests, theirs, an agenda whose fruition would be to replace education with indoctrination, thought with rote reflexes, an indoctrination in which objectivity, logic and reason were to be sacrificed to a specialized, contrived orthodoxy, one alien to evidence, one foreign to nature, one relying on intimidation and falsehood, one predicated upon the utility of harm, pressure, control, censorship, and hatred.
9 166 But now that beautiful young woman was no longer in the cold, friendless corridors of a preempted institution, no longer in a desk chair dutifully taking notes on what she was supposed to believe and on the values, like numbing and denying poisons, which she was supposed to imbibe.
9 167 No longer did she move about a campus in a prescribed garmenture, anxious lest her femininity and her true needs be suspected.
9 168 And no longer, either, was she in the lovely garmenture of the restaurant, that suggesting her piteous desire to express her forbidden sex, that of her deepest self, that of the true female, the feminine woman, the excruciatingly desirable feminine woman, so preciously, wondrously and gloriously different, in so many ways, from a man.
9 169 It seems that some change had come to her life.
9 170 She had been found beautiful enough, and desirable enough, obviously, to have been taken by Gorean slavers.
9 171 Yes, taken—by Gorean slavers.
And how dismayed she had been to have been come upon in the restaurant by two of those she so feared, two of her fellow students, gross, mulelike females, politically sanctimonious, smug in dogmatism and power, examples of the ideologically obsessed mediocrities whose intent it was to turn a university into a personal political instrument, one promoting a specialized agenda designed to further particular interests, theirs, an agenda whose fruition would be to replace education with indoctrination, thought with rote reflexes, an indoctrination in which objectivity, logic and reason were to be sacrificed to a specialized, contrived orthodoxy, one alien to evidence, one foreign to nature, one relying on intimidation and falsehood, one predicated upon the utility of harm, pressure, control, censorship, and hatred. But now that beautiful young woman was no longer in the cold, friendless corridors of a preempted institution, no longer in a desk chair dutifully taking notes on what she was supposed to believe and on the values, like numbing and denying poisons, which she was supposed to imbibe. No longer did she move about a campus in a prescribed garmenture, anxious lest her femininity and her true needs be suspected. And no longer, either, was she in the lovely garmenture of the restaurant, that suggesting her piteous desire to express her forbidden sex, that of her deepest self, that of the true female, the feminine woman, the excruciatingly desirable feminine woman, so preciously, wondrously and gloriously different, in so many ways, from a man. It seems that some change had come to her life. She had been found beautiful enough, and desirable enough, obviously, to have been taken by Gorean slavers. Yes, taken—by Gorean slavers. - (Rogue of Gor)