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Are they not like animals who would soil their own nest, like madmen who would poison their own air and water? Given a garden of loveliness, would they not burn it, and turn it to ash? She had now disappeared down the stairwell, on the way to the market. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #235)

I had spoken to her for many Ahn, telling her of Gor, for what is a paga girl likely to learn of Gor, serving paga, serving pleasure, in an alcove? And she, in her turn, often nude at the slave ring, or before me, stripped, kneeling, hands braceleted behind her, had told me much of her world. It seemed to me a complex, but sorry world, one crowded and polluted, one of noise, fumes, and smoke, of pushing and shoving, one of haste with few places to go, or worth going, one without much love, and one, clearly, without Home Stones, if one can conceive of such a world. Too, it seems those of her world, incredibly, do not much care for their own world. Are they not like animals who would soil their own nest, like madmen who would poison their own air and water? Given a garden of loveliness, would they not burn it, and turn it to ash? She had now disappeared down the stairwell, on the way to the market. How beautiful she was! And how fetching she was, barefoot, in the brief, ragged tunic of blue rep-cloth. She had clutched the coins in her hand. Had she been natively Gorean she would probably have carried them in her mouth. - (Mariners of Gor)