Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 17 | 138 | What View more quotes about sorry">sorry costs might attend such words! I wondered if truth was really so terrible. |
 |
Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 17 | 135 | I wondered if it cost the beauty much to utter such sentiments, before one such as I, who had been of Earth. |
| 17 | 136 | Would not such a confession have called for incredible courage on Earth; indeed, might it not have been harrowingly calamitous in its social consequences. |
| 17 | 137 | What shrill responses from the unnatural and ugly, the entrenched and intolerant, the fanatical and close-minded, would have greeted such an admission. |
| 17 | 138 | What sorry costs might attend such words! I wondered if truth was really so terrible. |
| 17 | 139 | In any event, it must be rare, being so seldom found; and it must be perilous, so few dare to utter it. |
| 17 | 140 | Yet was this not something, that bespoken in her scarcely audible words, the slave of her, her slaveness, that she was a slave, which I, on one level or another, had long sensed in the beauteous Miss Henderson, even on Earth. |
| 17 | 141 | And it had surely been made manifest to me incontrovertibly in the holding of Policrates, when she had thought me to be the courier of Ragnar Voskjard. |
|
I wondered if it cost the beauty much to utter such sentiments, before one such as I, who had been of Earth.
Would not such a confession have called for incredible courage on Earth; indeed, might it not have been harrowingly calamitous in its social consequences.
What shrill responses from the unnatural and ugly, the entrenched and intolerant, the fanatical and close-minded, would have greeted such an admission.
What sorry costs might attend such words! I wondered if truth was really so terrible.
In any event, it must be rare, being so seldom found; and it must be perilous, so few dare to utter it.
Yet was this not something, that bespoken in her scarcely audible words, the slave of her, her slaveness, that she was a slave, which I, on one level or another, had long sensed in the beauteous Miss Henderson, even on Earth.
And it had surely been made manifest to me incontrovertibly in the holding of Policrates, when she had thought me to be the courier of Ragnar Voskjard.
- (Guardsman of Gor)