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Here, for the first time, I had begun to understand what true men might be like, in all their splendor, in all their natural, bestial magnificence. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #247)

Here men seemed assured of themselves. They had not been confused, and bled, and subverted, and crippled, by a sick society. Here they had never surrendered their natural dominance. Here, for the first time, I had begun to understand what true men might be like, in all their splendor, in all their natural, bestial magnificence. "How I hate men!" she cried. "How I despise them!" I would certainly not respond to this. Indeed, what if she were a spy, set to examine me, perhaps even, cruelly, to trap me into some insolent inadvertence, trying to tease from me some careless, thoughtless, prideful, idly arrogant remark? Too, of course, more importantly, I did not, in fact, hate the men I had found here, nor did I despise them. - (Witness of Gor)