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Blind, unable to defend itself save erratically, awkwardly, it must have been struck an innumerable number of times. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #201)

What then, I wondered, is wrong with this terrible thing, scarcely a body's length away? Why is it so tentative, so uncertain? Then again, as it had from time to time, one of the moons, white and cold, the only one now visible, was discernible, if only for a moment, but the moment was enough to tell me that the thing so near, so near I could almost touch it, was blind. There were twin darknesses in that massive head, flesh, and hair, where eyes, large, bright and glistening, must once have been but no longer were. The thing then, as grievously wounded as it might have been, had not died in the sewers, as conjectured, but somehow survived. Blind, unable to defend itself save erratically, awkwardly, it must have been struck an innumerable number of times. Trails of blood had led to a sewer, the grating of which it must have felt with its feet. None had cared to follow it into that darkness. It had been supposed it had bled to death somewhere below the streets. - (Conspirators of Gor)