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Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)

How she was straining to seem a leader, how she must have studied what she took to be its lessons well, how she must have firmly resolved to act that role with determination. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #89)
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15 89 How she was straining to View more quotes about seem">seem a leader, how she must have studied what she took to be its lessons well, how she must have firmly resolved to act that role with determination.

Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 86 How small and soft, and luscious, she was.
15 87 How absurd then, and how unnatural, seemed her position of power, temporary though it might be, over these men.
15 88 How envious she seemed of men, particularly of her rival, Flaminius.
15 89 How she was straining to seem a leader, how she must have studied what she took to be its lessons well, how she must have firmly resolved to act that role with determination.
15 90 Perhaps if she did it well she could fool men; perhaps, if she did it well, she could boldly carry off the pretense; perhaps, if she did it well, she would be accepted almost as though she were a real leader, a true leader.
15 91 Perhaps, if she did it well, no one would notice that she was really only a small, soft, shapely, lovely creature, one whose natural destiny would be found quite elsewhere than in the saddle of a tharlarion, at the head of troops.
15 92 "You are a despicable sleen," she said to me.
How small and soft, and luscious, she was. How absurd then, and how unnatural, seemed her position of power, temporary though it might be, over these men. How envious she seemed of men, particularly of her rival, Flaminius. How she was straining to seem a leader, how she must have studied what she took to be its lessons well, how she must have firmly resolved to act that role with determination. Perhaps if she did it well she could fool men; perhaps, if she did it well, she could boldly carry off the pretense; perhaps, if she did it well, she would be accepted almost as though she were a real leader, a true leader. Perhaps, if she did it well, no one would notice that she was really only a small, soft, shapely, lovely creature, one whose natural destiny would be found quite elsewhere than in the saddle of a tharlarion, at the head of troops. "You are a despicable sleen," she said to me. - (Players of Gor)