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Better to squirm in a tavern, better to trudge behind an army as one of its collared camp followers, better to be harnessed to a peasant's plow, wary of his lash, than to languish in the garden! If I were a flower, let me blossom in the fields, or among paving stones, not in the garden. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #917)

I was not insensitive to such things. Indeed, I was much afraid of them. But still, on the whole, even so, I wanted to be out of the garden. Better to squirm in a tavern, better to trudge behind an army as one of its collared camp followers, better to be harnessed to a peasant's plow, wary of his lash, than to languish in the garden! If I were a flower, let me blossom in the fields, or among paving stones, not in the garden. I wanted to be outside, where I could see, and, yes, be seen, where I could actively and visibly be what I was, serving and loving. Better a steel collar in the street than one of gold in the garden! "I shall call the guards!" wept Aynur. But she did not do so. - (Witness of Gor)