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It rounded the corner of the wall and would, I take it, cross the bridge, and the docking area, on the way to the pens. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #812)

The women complied. "On your feet," said the soldier in charge of the small coffle. "Left foot first, step! Step!" The coffle was then marched past me. It rounded the corner of the wall and would, I take it, cross the bridge, and the docking area, on the way to the pens. I felt sorry for the free women, in a way, but I think I sensed, and they sensed, as the men about perhaps did not, for I sometimes think men are very stupid, that the fate inflicted upon them was not as grievous as might be supposed. To be a woman, a true woman, in its total dimensionality, is not only a not unenviable fate, it is a fulfilling, exciting, thrilling, profound, deep, beautiful, and glorious thing. Sometimes I feel sorry for men, just a little, but then I grow afraid, for I remember that they are, after all, the masters. - (Witness of Gor)