Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 33 | "Let us be on our way," urged Peisistratus. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 30 | "Do they not, View more quotes about rather">rather, in their futility, make the darkness yet more obscure?" "And behind the Nameless One," smiled Peisistratus, "lies the Mystery". |
| 7 | 31 | "I prefer a sword," said Cabot, "and something before it, friend or foe". |
| 7 | 32 | "And perhaps hot paga," said Peisistratus, "and ships, and tarns, and a wallet of gold, and at your feet, in your collar, beautiful women?" "Yes," said Cabot. |
| 7 | 33 | "Let us be on our way," urged Peisistratus. |
| 7 | 34 | "How is this Agamemnon the Eleventh Face of the Nameless One?" asked Cabot. |
| 7 | 35 | "What does that mean?" "The Nameless One," said Peisistratus, "is beyond human comprehension, but it speaks through many masks, conceals itself behind many veils, and manifests itself through a thousand faces. |
| 7 | 36 | It moves in the wind, in the churning sea, in the sheetings of rain, in the cry of lightning, in the tremors of the earth; it whispers in lava scalding the affrighted air; it prowls with the panther; it soars with the tarn; it bounds with the startled tabuk". |
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"Do they not, rather, in their futility, make the darkness yet more obscure?" "And behind the Nameless One," smiled Peisistratus, "lies the Mystery".
"I prefer a sword," said Cabot, "and something before it, friend or foe".
"And perhaps hot paga," said Peisistratus, "and ships, and tarns, and a wallet of gold, and at your feet, in your collar, beautiful women?" "Yes," said Cabot.
"Let us be on our way," urged Peisistratus.
"How is this Agamemnon the Eleventh Face of the Nameless One?" asked Cabot.
"What does that mean?" "The Nameless One," said Peisistratus, "is beyond human comprehension, but it speaks through many masks, conceals itself behind many veils, and manifests itself through a thousand faces.
It moves in the wind, in the churning sea, in the sheetings of rain, in the cry of lightning, in the tremors of the earth; it whispers in lava scalding the affrighted air; it prowls with the panther; it soars with the tarn; it bounds with the startled tabuk".
- (Kur of Gor)