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That information had not been included in what might count as my "orientation," that issued to me on the morning after my first night in the cell. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #181)

And men would be somewhere. I went back to the bars, to look out. I still did not know if I might use my hands to feed myself. That information had not been included in what might count as my "orientation," that issued to me on the morning after my first night in the cell. Indeed, my "orientation" had consisted only in directives, and a spelling out, so to speak, of the rules of my incarceration. On the second day, lying prone on the floor, arms and legs spread, facing the back, I had begged permission to speak. There were so many things I wanted to know, where I was, and such, not just such small things as whether or not I might use my hands to feed myself. - (Witness of Gor)