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But I could not begin to place it. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #116)

"It tells of a world very different from that in which you live," he said, "a world very much simpler, and more basic, a world more fundamental, and less hypocritical, and far fresher and cleaner, in its way, and more alive and wild than yours". "Than mine?" I said. His voice, now that he spoke at length, seemed to have some trace of an accent. But I could not begin to place it. "It was a world in which men and women stood closer to the fires of life," he said. "It was a world of tides and gods, of spears and Caesars, of games, and wreaths of laurel, of the clash, detectable for miles, of phalanxes, of the marchings of legions, in measured stride, of the long roads and the fortified camps, of the coming and going of the oared ships, of the pourings of offerings, wine and salt, and oil, into the sea". I said nothing. - (Dancer of Gor)