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It was almost a madness, almost as though a larl might, in the presence of food, his natural provender, fitted to his appetite by a thousand generations of hunting, seizure, and feeding, torment himself, and refuse himself not only the food he wanted, for which his hunger raged, but without which he could not live. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #41)

How dreadful, comparatively, is the administration of acids and poisons which, seeping and unseen, corrode from within, which would feed mercilessly on the heart itself. Interestingly of course, though I was not sure how much aware of this was Pertinax, he was muchly drawn to the slave, and as a slave. He must have had some sense of this, else his hostility, his cruelty, would seem without motivation or explanation. It was almost a madness, almost as though a larl might, in the presence of food, his natural provender, fitted to his appetite by a thousand generations of hunting, seizure, and feeding, torment himself, and refuse himself not only the food he wanted, for which his hunger raged, but without which he could not live. I was sure Pertinax wanted Saru, and as a Gorean master wants a woman, wholly, and uncompromisingly. I suspected he had often, even on Earth, speculated on what she might look like at his feet, naked and bound, in his power. Doubtless he, too, had considered her, even on Earth, in a collar, his collar. - (Swordsmen of Gor)