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"You are kind not to scorn me for my needs," she said. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #1380)

This, of course, might prove dangerous, for it might provoke an upsurge of nature, like a natural phenomenon, in which her order, artificialities then scorned and abolished, would be harshly restored. Another danger, and perhaps one more serious, is that a misdirected response would be provoked in which, say, angry males, perhaps unable to take direct action because of the numerous, carefully wrought political traps and snares trammeling them, would think themselves, consciously or subconsciously, to have no recourse but to engage in the undeniably masculine games of war, games which might destroy worlds, but, with them, perhaps, the walls within which they have permitted themselves to be imprisoned. It would be unfortunate, indeed, if the female, returned at last to her rightful chains, were to find herself kneeling in ashes. "You are kind not to scorn me for my needs," she said. She looked up at me. "Sometimes they are very strong". "I am sure of it," I said. - (Mercenaries of Gor)