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"But this thing, I think," she said, "is not such a beast, not a human beast, not a man in the full power of his intelligence, vitality and animality, but some other sort of beast, something perhaps similar somehow, but very different, too". - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #513)

"Our masters, the beasts, the brutes, those who put us in collars, and make us kneel, those from whose largesse we must hope they will grant us a pan of food or a rag, those whose whips we must fear, do so," she said. "Yes," I breathed. "They do!" Our masters, the magnificent beasts, so powerful, so free, so liberated and masculine, so glorious in their untrammeled manhood, so uncompromising with us, did so. "But this thing, I think," she said, "is not such a beast, not a human beast, not a man in the full power of his intelligence, vitality and animality, but some other sort of beast, something perhaps similar somehow, but very different, too". "I would be afraid of it," I said. "I doubt that you could placate it with your beauty," she said. "Am I beautiful?" I asked. - (Dancer of Gor)