Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 30 | 621 | Are there any View more quotes about left">left upon you now who can think for themselves? Must truth and reason be forever denied; must honesty be always outlawed? How strange it is to hail free speech and then make certain, simultaneously, that it shall not exist. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 30 | 618 | Who would dare to do so? Who would take the risk? Alas, Earth, that world, how beautiful you might have been! How sadly you tread now toward your gray future, toward the goal of the beehive, toward the ideal of the ant heap. |
| 30 | 619 | Strange how democracy has come to be the choice between six and six, and twelve. |
| 30 | 620 | I wonder if there are any left upon you now who can tear their way through the tapes of their conditioning programs and see reality clearly, vividly. |
| 30 | 621 | Are there any left upon you now who can think for themselves? Must truth and reason be forever denied; must honesty be always outlawed? How strange it is to hail free speech and then make certain, simultaneously, that it shall not exist. |
| 30 | 622 | I wonder if there are any individuals left on you now, or are there only the gangs, the masses and their masters? But let me put aside such tragic thoughts. |
| 30 | 623 | Earth is no longer my world. |
| 30 | 624 | Gor is now my world, a world on which I am a slave. |
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Who would dare to do so? Who would take the risk? Alas, Earth, that world, how beautiful you might have been! How sadly you tread now toward your gray future, toward the goal of the beehive, toward the ideal of the ant heap.
Strange how democracy has come to be the choice between six and six, and twelve.
I wonder if there are any left upon you now who can tear their way through the tapes of their conditioning programs and see reality clearly, vividly.
Are there any left upon you now who can think for themselves? Must truth and reason be forever denied; must honesty be always outlawed? How strange it is to hail free speech and then make certain, simultaneously, that it shall not exist.
I wonder if there are any individuals left on you now, or are there only the gangs, the masses and their masters? But let me put aside such tragic thoughts.
Earth is no longer my world.
Gor is now my world, a world on which I am a slave.
- (Prize of Gor)