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In my misery and distress it was hard to even begin to understand them. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #335)

At the least he would have known that this, or something similar, would be done to me! How amused he must be, when he thought of such things, his haughty, pretentious "modern woman," as he thought, she whom he held in such contempt, to her dismay and terror, and misery, now being sold naked from a slave block, into absolute bondage! Then I became aware of someone, or one or two men, actually, calling up from the floor. It was not bids they were calling. I tried to understand them. In my misery and distress it was hard to even begin to understand them. I did not know if it were their accents, or I simply, in my confusion, my misery and distress, had suddenly lost almost all my command of Gorean. I could not really understand them. The chain slackened above me and my arms fell, somewhat. - (Dancer of Gor)