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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

"My poor, dear sweet friend," said Hurtha. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #351)
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19 351 "My View more quotes about poor">poor, dear sweet friend," said Hurtha.

Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

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19 348 I kept my eye on the fellow before me, the so-called Philebus, he who claimed to be a vintner from Torcadino.
19 349 Hurtha burst out laughing and, tears in his eyes, seized me by the arms.
19 350 I kept an eye on the so-called Philebus, lest he take this opportunity to take to his heels.
19 351 "My poor, dear sweet friend," said Hurtha.
19 352 "How simple you are, dear friend! How little you know of poetry! The length is deliberate, of course, constituting an implicit allegory of interminability, manifesting and conveying in no uncertain manner, but in one which perhaps you have not as yet fully grasped, the withering tedium of the bureaucratic assault on the spirit and senses of man!" "Oh," I said.
19 353 "Too, similarly pungent and subtle is the recurrent emphasis on the expression 'lines', which, on a level and in a dimension to which I have hopes you may yet attain, forcefully enunciates and clarifies not only the concept but more significantly the emotional significance of lines, those inevitable attributes, attaining in themselves an almost symbolic grandeur, of the perfidious bureaucratic infection".
19 354 "I see," I said.
I kept my eye on the fellow before me, the so-called Philebus, he who claimed to be a vintner from Torcadino. Hurtha burst out laughing and, tears in his eyes, seized me by the arms. I kept an eye on the so-called Philebus, lest he take this opportunity to take to his heels. "My poor, dear sweet friend," said Hurtha. "How simple you are, dear friend! How little you know of poetry! The length is deliberate, of course, constituting an implicit allegory of interminability, manifesting and conveying in no uncertain manner, but in one which perhaps you have not as yet fully grasped, the withering tedium of the bureaucratic assault on the spirit and senses of man!" "Oh," I said. "Too, similarly pungent and subtle is the recurrent emphasis on the expression 'lines', which, on a level and in a dimension to which I have hopes you may yet attain, forcefully enunciates and clarifies not only the concept but more significantly the emotional significance of lines, those inevitable attributes, attaining in themselves an almost symbolic grandeur, of the perfidious bureaucratic infection". "I see," I said. - (Mercenaries of Gor)