Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 34 | 236 | How View more quotes about beautiful">beautiful she was! And how fetching she was, barefoot, in the brief, ragged tunic of blue rep-cloth. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 34 | 233 | 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. |
| 34 | 234 | Too, it seems those of her world, incredibly, do not much care for their own world. |
| 34 | 235 | 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. |
| 34 | 236 | How beautiful she was! And how fetching she was, barefoot, in the brief, ragged tunic of blue rep-cloth. |
| 34 | 237 | She had clutched the coins in her hand. |
| 34 | 238 | Had she been natively Gorean she would probably have carried them in her mouth. |
| 34 | 239 | When the fellows in the market saw the color of the tunic they would guess, I supposed, and correctly, that she was the property of a Scribe. |
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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.
When the fellows in the market saw the color of the tunic they would guess, I supposed, and correctly, that she was the property of a Scribe.
- (Mariners of Gor)