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But I felt strangely excited, and moved, and stirred. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #1327)

I did not even know my own name! I lay very quietly, in my chains, in the cage. How small it was! I was no more than any of the women here, no more than a slave. Indeed, in a way, I was less than they, for I was a barbarian, and my ears were pierced. But I felt strangely excited, and moved, and stirred. Whereas I was terrified to be exactly where I was, to be here, in this specific place, in the depths below the fortress, or city, at the mercy of some misshapen beast, I was not at all discontented that I had been brought to this world, nor was I discontented, though I grasped its perils, to be a slave. Even in the little I had seen of it I had found myself falling in love with this world, with its honesty, its truth and beauty. Surely a brand and collar is a small price to pay for being permitted to come here, to tread such soils, to breathe such air. - (Witness of Gor)