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"How many words is she learning a day?" the young man asked the attendant, he who had conducted her into his presence. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #69)

They did not, incidentally, explain to her one aspect of the social structure, or perhaps better, of the culture, in which she would have been almost certain to have taken a great interest, that condition, or status, which was irremediably hers on this world, that category, so to speak, to which she herself belonged. Perhaps this was because they had received instructions in this matter, or perhaps it was because they thought that she, an obviously intelligent woman, was already aware of such things, her status and condition, and such, or, more simply, what she was, what she, simply, absolutely and categorically, was. But, in fact, at that time, she was not aware of what she was. "How many words is she learning a day?" the young man asked the attendant, he who had conducted her into his presence. "One hundred," said the man. "Let it be two hundred and fifty," said the young man. She gasped, lifting her hand in futile protest. - (Prize of Gor)