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I had had an image of myself, a proud image, and the loss of this image had crushed me. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #76)

Naked, without weapons, alone in the delta, without aid, I could not escape. It would not be hard for the men of the rence islands, in their hundreds, to cut off escape, to find me, if the tharlarion did not manage to do so first. But most I was miserable in my heart. I had had an image of myself, a proud image, and the loss of this image had crushed me. I had lived a lie with myself and then, in my own eyes, and in those of others, I had been found out. I had chosen ignominious bondage to the freedom of honorable death. I now knew the sort of thing I was, and in my worthless heart it so sickened me that I did not much care now whether I lived or died. - (Raiders of Gor)