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Outside the tall window a cloud must have passed before Tor-tu-Gor, and the room seemed suddenly, ominously dark, and the slave little more than a shadow between us. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 37, Sentence #242)

With another short, courteous bow, Captain Nakamura withdrew. I was apprehensive. The attitude of the stranger seemed to have changed. Outside the tall window a cloud must have passed before Tor-tu-Gor, and the room seemed suddenly, ominously dark, and the slave little more than a shadow between us. But the simple words of Captain Nakamura, I thought, even more than a darkening cloud, had engloomed the chamber. It was as though they had enkindled a mysterious lamp, a lamp of memory, which, when lit, emitted not light, but darkness, fear, and cold. Where there had been warmth, light, joy, touching, and love, there was now a dampness, as of the dungeon, a darkness as of caverns, a polar chill, the coldness of fearful order, of propriety, of a vision of justice, as unwelcome as the touch of a snake at night. - (Mariners of Gor)