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I recalled the tiles of a palace, the weight of obdurate, clasping chains, my nudity, the tiny movements of air upon my body, the feel of the flat, colored surface of the tiles beneath my knees, and, too, beneath my forehead, as I knelt, my hair spread upon them, betokening submission, humbly rendering obeisance, hoping to be found pleasing. - (Savages of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #492)

How miserable I was then to have awakened and found the palace gone, and the chains vanished. Should I not have rejoiced? But I did not! And how fortunate, doubtless, to discover that I was now returned to the shallow vapidities of a meaningless quotidian existence. But I recalled, you see, a brighter, fresher, greener, more sensate, more living reality. I recalled the tiles of a palace, the weight of obdurate, clasping chains, my nudity, the tiny movements of air upon my body, the feel of the flat, colored surface of the tiles beneath my knees, and, too, beneath my forehead, as I knelt, my hair spread upon them, betokening submission, humbly rendering obeisance, hoping to be found pleasing. How horrifying, doubtless, to kneel head down, helpless, naked, chained, awaiting the fierce stroke of a man's claiming lash. And yet, alas, it was not with relief, and gladness, but in grief, and moved by disappointment and sorrow, that I awakened. How can that be understood? Why did I not have the feelings I should have had? Am I so ill-educated and uninformed? What a terrible woman I was to have such dreams!" "Not at all," I said. - (Savages of Gor)