Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 256 | "Some wicked, low View more quotes about women">women?" asked Boabissia. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 253 | "No," I said. |
| 18 | 254 | "Why not?" asked Boabissia. |
| 18 | 255 | "Suppose some women were natural slaves," I said. |
| 18 | 256 | "Some wicked, low women?" asked Boabissia. |
| 18 | 257 | "If you like," I said. |
| 18 | 258 | "Continue," she said. |
| 18 | 259 | "If some women are natural slaves, and know this in their hearts," I said, "would you prefer that they conceal this from the world? Do such lies please you? Do you commend them, truly? Would you advise these women to indulge in deceit, to rejoice in the practice of hypocrisy? What do you say to their needs? Are these of no importance, because they may not appeal to you, personally? Do you encourage them to deprivation? Do you really prescribe for them in their tumult and yearning larger and larger, and more and more bitter, doses of frustration? Must everyone be as you think perhaps you yourself should be, as you desperately command yourself to be? What do you fear? What accounts for your hostility, your venomous resentment? Would you truly keep them from their natural fulfillment?" "I suppose not," said Boabissia, "if they are truly such things". |
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"No," I said.
"Why not?" asked Boabissia.
"Suppose some women were natural slaves," I said.
"Some wicked, low women?" asked Boabissia.
"If you like," I said.
"Continue," she said.
"If some women are natural slaves, and know this in their hearts," I said, "would you prefer that they conceal this from the world? Do such lies please you? Do you commend them, truly? Would you advise these women to indulge in deceit, to rejoice in the practice of hypocrisy? What do you say to their needs? Are these of no importance, because they may not appeal to you, personally? Do you encourage them to deprivation? Do you really prescribe for them in their tumult and yearning larger and larger, and more and more bitter, doses of frustration? Must everyone be as you think perhaps you yourself should be, as you desperately command yourself to be? What do you fear? What accounts for your hostility, your venomous resentment? Would you truly keep them from their natural fulfillment?" "I suppose not," said Boabissia, "if they are truly such things".
- (Mercenaries of Gor)