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Yet, in spite of my better judgment, I found myself somehow admiring the confident young fellow. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #65)

"Undoubtedly," I grumbled. I found myself wondering if the Tuchuks had an Idiocy Scar. If so, I might have nominated the young man hoisting himself up the rope above me as a candidate for the distinction. Yet, in spite of my better judgment, I found myself somehow admiring the confident young fellow. I suspected that if anyone could manage the madness on his mind it would surely be he, or someone such as he, someone quite as courageous, or daft. On the other hand, I reminded myself, my own probabilities of success and survival were hardly better—and here I was, his critic—climbing up the drum rope, wet, cold, puffing, a stranger to the city of Turia, intending to steal an object—the egg of Priest-Kings—which was undoubtedly, by now, as well guarded as the Home Stone of the city itself. I decided that I would nominate both Harold and myself for an Idiocy Scar and let the Tuchuks take their pick. - (Nomads of Gor)