Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 106 | And View more quotes about standing">standing there I was suddenly very frightened, for I realized suddenly, the thought never before having struck me in just the same way, and with the same suddenly significant force, that there were two sexes, and that they were quite different. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 103 | I knew then it was I in the mirror, and none other. |
| 1 | 104 | Perhaps what I saw was not a real woman in some invented, artificial, contemptible, grotesque modern sense, but I thought she was a woman nonetheless and one in some even more profound sense, so small, so soft and curved, and desiring, and vulnerable, and helpless and needful, a sense not indexed to criteria of economics and politics, not to the demands of platforms and parties, not to the likings of frustrates and freaks, but to something more profound, something deeper, to ancient, precious, biological womanhood, and its fundamental nature. |
| 1 | 105 | If what faced me in the mirror was not a real woman in some contemporary, transient, idiosyncratic political sense, it was at least something biologically far deeper, and a thousand times more real, a true woman. |
| 1 | 106 | And standing there I was suddenly very frightened, for I realized suddenly, the thought never before having struck me in just the same way, and with the same suddenly significant force, that there were two sexes, and that they were quite different. |
| 1 | 107 | I regarded myself in the mirror, and trembled, wondering what this might mean, fully. |
| 1 | 108 | I feared to consider the matter. |
| 1 | 109 | What did it mean, that we were not the same as men, that we were so different? Was this really totally meaningless, a unique accident in the history of a world, a random paragraph written in the oceans, in the records of steaming swamps, in the journals of primeval forests, in the annals of the grasslands and deserts, of vacillating glaciers and damp, flowering valleys, of the basins of broad rivers and of the treks of nomads, wagons and armies, or were there biological proprieties, destinies and natures to be fulfilled? I did not know. |
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I knew then it was I in the mirror, and none other.
Perhaps what I saw was not a real woman in some invented, artificial, contemptible, grotesque modern sense, but I thought she was a woman nonetheless and one in some even more profound sense, so small, so soft and curved, and desiring, and vulnerable, and helpless and needful, a sense not indexed to criteria of economics and politics, not to the demands of platforms and parties, not to the likings of frustrates and freaks, but to something more profound, something deeper, to ancient, precious, biological womanhood, and its fundamental nature.
If what faced me in the mirror was not a real woman in some contemporary, transient, idiosyncratic political sense, it was at least something biologically far deeper, and a thousand times more real, a true woman.
And standing there I was suddenly very frightened, for I realized suddenly, the thought never before having struck me in just the same way, and with the same suddenly significant force, that there were two sexes, and that they were quite different.
I regarded myself in the mirror, and trembled, wondering what this might mean, fully.
I feared to consider the matter.
What did it mean, that we were not the same as men, that we were so different? Was this really totally meaningless, a unique accident in the history of a world, a random paragraph written in the oceans, in the records of steaming swamps, in the journals of primeval forests, in the annals of the grasslands and deserts, of vacillating glaciers and damp, flowering valleys, of the basins of broad rivers and of the treks of nomads, wagons and armies, or were there biological proprieties, destinies and natures to be fulfilled? I did not know.
- (Dancer of Gor)