Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 7 | "Some men," said View more quotes about saphrar">Saphrar, "those who do not struggle—have lived for as much as three hours—long enough in some cases to see their own bones". |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 4 | I heard Saphrar remark, "It sometimes takes hours to be fully digested". |
| 18 | 5 | Wildly, with the useless quiva, I began to slash and pick at the damp, thick stuff about me. |
| 18 | 6 | The blade would sink in fully, as though in a tub of wet cement, leaving a mark, but when it was withdrawn the mark would be erased by the material flowing in to fill the aperture. |
| 18 | 7 | "Some men," said Saphrar, "those who do not struggle—have lived for as much as three hours—long enough in some cases to see their own bones". |
| 18 | 8 | I saw one of the vines hanging near me. |
| 18 | 9 | My heart leaped wildly at this chance. |
| 18 | 10 | If I could but reach it! With all my strength I moved towards it—an inch—and then another inch—my fingers stretched, my arms and back aching, until in another inch I might have grasped it and then, to my horror, as I reached in agony for the vine, it rustled and lifted itself just beyond my reach. |
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I heard Saphrar remark, "It sometimes takes hours to be fully digested".
Wildly, with the useless quiva, I began to slash and pick at the damp, thick stuff about me.
The blade would sink in fully, as though in a tub of wet cement, leaving a mark, but when it was withdrawn the mark would be erased by the material flowing in to fill the aperture.
"Some men," said Saphrar, "those who do not struggle—have lived for as much as three hours—long enough in some cases to see their own bones".
I saw one of the vines hanging near me.
My heart leaped wildly at this chance.
If I could but reach it! With all my strength I moved towards it—an inch—and then another inch—my fingers stretched, my arms and back aching, until in another inch I might have grasped it and then, to my horror, as I reached in agony for the vine, it rustled and lifted itself just beyond my reach.
- (Nomads of Gor)