Book 23. (1 results) Renegades of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 518 | My accents could not be View more quotes about confused">confused with the liquid accents of Ar or those so similar, of Ar's Station. |
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Book 23. (7 results) Renegades of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 515 | Should the eye which opens on the awesomeness of the universe not apprehend as well the awesomeness of its own seeing? In man has the universe not come to self-consciousness, surprised that it should exist? Where then was Aemilianus? It was not my fight. |
| 16 | 516 | I should go below. |
| 16 | 517 | Surely in the citadel, somewhere, I could find other garments. |
| 16 | 518 | My accents could not be confused with the liquid accents of Ar or those so similar, of Ar's Station. |
| 16 | 519 | In the ingress of victors I should mingle with them. |
| 16 | 520 | It was not my fight. |
| 16 | 521 | Where was Aemilianus! How dispirited seemed the defenders! How listlessly they stood! How resigned to their fate! What preparations did they make for the towers? Did they think they now faced only fellows on ladders, fellows climbing ropes, the clinging, climbing, creeping, shouting swarms, stinging with spears and blades, that they knew from a hundred trails in the past? They would be swept aside like dried leaves before the descendent blast of Torvaldsland. |
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Should the eye which opens on the awesomeness of the universe not apprehend as well the awesomeness of its own seeing? In man has the universe not come to self-consciousness, surprised that it should exist? Where then was Aemilianus? It was not my fight.
I should go below.
Surely in the citadel, somewhere, I could find other garments.
My accents could not be confused with the liquid accents of Ar or those so similar, of Ar's Station.
In the ingress of victors I should mingle with them.
It was not my fight.
Where was Aemilianus! How dispirited seemed the defenders! How listlessly they stood! How resigned to their fate! What preparations did they make for the towers? Did they think they now faced only fellows on ladders, fellows climbing ropes, the clinging, climbing, creeping, shouting swarms, stinging with spears and blades, that they knew from a hundred trails in the past? They would be swept aside like dried leaves before the descendent blast of Torvaldsland.
- (Renegades of Gor)