Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 1819 | One View more quotes about supposes">supposes it is largely a matter of that to which one grows accustomed. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 1816 | On my former world, Earth, there are similar walks, but they are on the ground. |
| 8 | 1817 | Few of Earth would think twice about traversing such walks. |
| 8 | 1818 | On the other hand, if such walks were elevated, I suspect few would care to try them. |
| 8 | 1819 | One supposes it is largely a matter of that to which one grows accustomed. |
| 8 | 1820 | In any event, you traverse the high bridges with the same thoughtless nonchalance with which those of Earth traverse their own walks. |
| 8 | 1821 | Your bridges, slender and graceful, are often arched and curved, almost like branches in a forest, for you have an aesthetic sense, it seems, in so much that you do, evinced in things as intricate as the soaring melody of a skyline to things as simple as the carving on an oar or a wooden spoon. |
| 8 | 1822 | To be sure, you have your realms of crowding, ugliness, and danger as well, the dank, odorous, ill-lit insulae, steaming in the summer, clammy and cold in the winter, smelling of offal and urine, and the dark, cluttered, filthy, winding streets of some of the low districts. |
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On my former world, Earth, there are similar walks, but they are on the ground.
Few of Earth would think twice about traversing such walks.
On the other hand, if such walks were elevated, I suspect few would care to try them.
One supposes it is largely a matter of that to which one grows accustomed.
In any event, you traverse the high bridges with the same thoughtless nonchalance with which those of Earth traverse their own walks.
Your bridges, slender and graceful, are often arched and curved, almost like branches in a forest, for you have an aesthetic sense, it seems, in so much that you do, evinced in things as intricate as the soaring melody of a skyline to things as simple as the carving on an oar or a wooden spoon.
To be sure, you have your realms of crowding, ugliness, and danger as well, the dank, odorous, ill-lit insulae, steaming in the summer, clammy and cold in the winter, smelling of offal and urine, and the dark, cluttered, filthy, winding streets of some of the low districts.
- (Conspirators of Gor)