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At this Kamchak lost all control over himself and he leaned over backward slapping his thighs with the palms of his hands, laughing as though he were demented. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #168)

"Perhaps someday," I said, "even Kamchak of the Tuchuks will care for a slave girl". At this Kamchak threw back his head and roared, and then bent over slapping his knee. "Then," I said, determinedly, "he may know how it feels". At this Kamchak lost all control over himself and he leaned over backward slapping his thighs with the palms of his hands, laughing as though he were demented. He even reeled about roaring as though he were drunk and slapped the wheel of a neighbor's wagon for a minute or two until his laughter turned into spasmodic gasps and, making strange noises, he wheezingly fought to get a mouthful or two of air under his shaking ribs. I would not have much minded if he had asphyxiated himself on the spot. "Tomorrow," I said, "you fight on the Plains of a Thousand Stakes". - (Nomads of Gor)