Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 34 | 674 | What a fool I was, to so proclaim my View more quotes about love">love. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 34 | 671 | We were both women, but what a world of difference separated us. |
| 34 | 672 | The free woman was noble and glorious, was the lofty equal of the free man, and might even share a Home Stone with him. |
| 34 | 673 | I, on the other hand, was a purchasable animal, a slave. |
| 34 | 674 | What a fool I was, to so proclaim my love. |
| 34 | 675 | Had I forgotten that I was only a slave? The slave, it seems, must conceal her love from the master, lest he find it embarrassing, or even offensive. |
| 34 | 676 | The slave is to be a slave. |
| 34 | 677 | That is all! She may love, with all that is in her, but do not let her dare to speak of such grievous torments! Might not the master find them distasteful? Might not the master be annoyed by such presumptuous effrontery? Let her kiss tenderly the slave ring in his absence; let her claw at her blankets when he is gone; let her thrash in her chains when she is alone; let her seize helplessly the bars of her kennel and thrust her tear-stained face against them, hoping for a last glimpse of his retreating figure; but let her, too, strive to conceal such disconsolate longings and deprivations. |
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We were both women, but what a world of difference separated us.
The free woman was noble and glorious, was the lofty equal of the free man, and might even share a Home Stone with him.
I, on the other hand, was a purchasable animal, a slave.
What a fool I was, to so proclaim my love.
Had I forgotten that I was only a slave? The slave, it seems, must conceal her love from the master, lest he find it embarrassing, or even offensive.
The slave is to be a slave.
That is all! She may love, with all that is in her, but do not let her dare to speak of such grievous torments! Might not the master find them distasteful? Might not the master be annoyed by such presumptuous effrontery? Let her kiss tenderly the slave ring in his absence; let her claw at her blankets when he is gone; let her thrash in her chains when she is alone; let her seize helplessly the bars of her kennel and thrust her tear-stained face against them, hoping for a last glimpse of his retreating figure; but let her, too, strive to conceal such disconsolate longings and deprivations.
- (Dancer of Gor)