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It was an Earth question, a question from another world, a distant, superficial, polluted, noisy, unnatural, artificial world, a question from another ethos, one not one with nature, but one at war with nature; it was not a biological question, not a natural question, not a Gorean question. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #168)

Then, for a moment, she was angry with men. "They put me in a cage, a cage!" she thought. "By what right did they put me in a cage? By what right was I caged? By what right do these Gorean beasts arrogate to themselves the right to cage women, or women such as I?" And then she felt how stupid was her question. It was an Earth question, a question from another world, a distant, superficial, polluted, noisy, unnatural, artificial world, a question from another ethos, one not one with nature, but one at war with nature; it was not a biological question, not a natural question, not a Gorean question. "Obviously they have every right to do so," she said to herself. "They have the right of masters, the obvious right of masters, to do with us, their slaves, as they please. Have you not yet learned the nature of this world, and what you are on this world? What a silly little vulo you are! What a stupid little pudding you are!" Later, rising to a half-reclining, half-sitting position, she brought her legs together, to one side, with smooth, swift, sinuous grace. - (Prize of Gor)