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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

One supposes it is largely a matter of that to which one grows accustomed. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #1819)
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8 1819 One supposes it is View more quotes about largely">largely a matter of that to which one grows accustomed.

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.
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)