Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 863 | The View more quotes about free">free woman is mysterious; the slave is not; she is at a man's feet. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 860 | From the Gorean point of view, the face of a woman, you see, is the key to her self, the face, with its beauty, its softness, its special uniqueness, its myriad expressions, proclamatory of her feelings, her thoughts, and moods. |
| 5 | 861 | How beautiful is a woman's face, and how its subtlest expressions, even inadvertently, even unbeknownst to herself, may be fraught with the delicious treasures of betraying disclosures! The master reads the face of a slave; he may ponder the thoughts, the motivations, and intentions of the veiled free woman. |
| 5 | 862 | How precious is the veil to the free woman; she is not a slave. |
| 5 | 863 | The free woman is mysterious; the slave is not; she is at a man's feet. |
| 5 | 864 | "'Hurry, hurry!' we were urged," recollected one of the fellows. |
| 5 | 865 | "We could hear the men of Ar on the street, doors away," said another. |
| 5 | 866 | "'Submit, strip, pronounce yourself slave, hurry to the rope,' barked Torgus to the dismayed, frightened women," said a man. |
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From the Gorean point of view, the face of a woman, you see, is the key to her self, the face, with its beauty, its softness, its special uniqueness, its myriad expressions, proclamatory of her feelings, her thoughts, and moods.
How beautiful is a woman's face, and how its subtlest expressions, even inadvertently, even unbeknownst to herself, may be fraught with the delicious treasures of betraying disclosures! The master reads the face of a slave; he may ponder the thoughts, the motivations, and intentions of the veiled free woman.
How precious is the veil to the free woman; she is not a slave.
The free woman is mysterious; the slave is not; she is at a man's feet.
"'Hurry, hurry!' we were urged," recollected one of the fellows.
"We could hear the men of Ar on the street, doors away," said another.
"'Submit, strip, pronounce yourself slave, hurry to the rope,' barked Torgus to the dismayed, frightened women," said a man.
- (Swordsmen of Gor)