Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 190 | View more quotes about surely">Surely I should be heartfeltedly grateful for even so little! Surely it need not have been granted me. |
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Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 187 | It could be done with me as others might please. |
| 8 | 188 | And suddenly, it tending to shock me, in my confusion, the thought rose up irresistibly within me that I should, more properly, not be distressed by the rag I wore, but rather I should rejoice that I had been granted this gift, the indulgence, the lenience, of even so minuscule a scrap of clothing! It served to give me at least a little cover. |
| 8 | 189 | Was I entitled to any? No, I had not the least right to such, or to anything. |
| 8 | 190 | Surely I should be heartfeltedly grateful for even so little! Surely it need not have been granted me. |
| 8 | 191 | Had I not, in the pens, as it had seemed to me in my dreams, if dreams they were, often pleaded for so little as a thread of silk? What was I? What had I become? Something within me seemed to know. |
| 8 | 192 | The drug had now worn off. |
| 8 | 193 | But it had induced a sense of confusion, an uncertainty as to what had occurred and what had not occurred, what had been dream and what had not been dream. |
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It could be done with me as others might please.
And suddenly, it tending to shock me, in my confusion, the thought rose up irresistibly within me that I should, more properly, not be distressed by the rag I wore, but rather I should rejoice that I had been granted this gift, the indulgence, the lenience, of even so minuscule a scrap of clothing! It served to give me at least a little cover.
Was I entitled to any? No, I had not the least right to such, or to anything.
Surely I should be heartfeltedly grateful for even so little! Surely it need not have been granted me.
Had I not, in the pens, as it had seemed to me in my dreams, if dreams they were, often pleaded for so little as a thread of silk? What was I? What had I become? Something within me seemed to know.
The drug had now worn off.
But it had induced a sense of confusion, an uncertainty as to what had occurred and what had not occurred, what had been dream and what had not been dream.
- (Witness of Gor)