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Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)

They like to think of them as being too precious to sell. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #177)
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15 177 They like to View more quotes about think">think of them as being too precious to sell.

Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 174 Some men own little but their story, but owning a good story, in the opinion of the red savages, makes a man rich.
15 175 Such stories, like other forms of personal property, can be given away or sold.
15 176 They are, however, seldom sold, for the red savages do not like to think that a story can have a price.
15 177 They like to think of them as being too precious to sell.
15 178 Thus, like all things precious, or priceless, they are either to be kept or given away, kept as treasures, or awarded, freely, as by a man whose heart sings, as gifts.
15 179 Sometimes a man bequeaths his story to his heirs; some stories, for example, have been in families for generations; sometimes, on the other hand, he will give it to someone who loves it, and whom he thinks, in turn, will tell it well.
15 180 "Tomorrow," cried Hci, angrily, pointing his finger at Canka, "my father will take the woman! Tomorrow, by noon, he will take her from you, for the Yellow Knives!" He then, in fury, turned about and strode between the lodges.
Some men own little but their story, but owning a good story, in the opinion of the red savages, makes a man rich. Such stories, like other forms of personal property, can be given away or sold. They are, however, seldom sold, for the red savages do not like to think that a story can have a price. They like to think of them as being too precious to sell. Thus, like all things precious, or priceless, they are either to be kept or given away, kept as treasures, or awarded, freely, as by a man whose heart sings, as gifts. Sometimes a man bequeaths his story to his heirs; some stories, for example, have been in families for generations; sometimes, on the other hand, he will give it to someone who loves it, and whom he thinks, in turn, will tell it well. "Tomorrow," cried Hci, angrily, pointing his finger at Canka, "my father will take the woman! Tomorrow, by noon, he will take her from you, for the Yellow Knives!" He then, in fury, turned about and strode between the lodges. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)