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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

"I see," I said, "what does it matter?" "Look!" he screamed, leaping up and down. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #148)
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23 148 "I see," I said, "what does it View more quotes about matter">matter?" "Look!" he screamed, leaping up and down.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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23 145 I unsheathed my sword.
23 146 I supposed it would be the last time I would do so.
23 147 "Look!" cried Harold.
23 148 "I see," I said, "what does it matter?" "Look!" he screamed, leaping up and down.
23 149 And I looked and saw suddenly and my heart stopped beating and then I uttered a wild cry for from the left, riding with the Thousands sweeping over the hills, I saw the standard of the Yellow Bow, and on the right, flying forward with the hurtling Thousands, its leather streaming behind its pole, I saw the standard of the Three-Weighted Bola.
23 150 "Kataii!" screamed Harold, hugging me.
23 151 "Kassars!" I stood dumbfounded on the planking and saw the two great wedges of the Kataii and the Kassars close like tongs on the trapped Paravaci, taking them in the unprotected flanks, crushing the ranks before them with the weight of their charge.
I unsheathed my sword. I supposed it would be the last time I would do so. "Look!" cried Harold. "I see," I said, "what does it matter?" "Look!" he screamed, leaping up and down. And I looked and saw suddenly and my heart stopped beating and then I uttered a wild cry for from the left, riding with the Thousands sweeping over the hills, I saw the standard of the Yellow Bow, and on the right, flying forward with the hurtling Thousands, its leather streaming behind its pole, I saw the standard of the Three-Weighted Bola. "Kataii!" screamed Harold, hugging me. "Kassars!" I stood dumbfounded on the planking and saw the two great wedges of the Kataii and the Kassars close like tongs on the trapped Paravaci, taking them in the unprotected flanks, crushing the ranks before them with the weight of their charge. - (Nomads of Gor)