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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

They demand a hundred coins and think themselves ten times advanced for they formerly had but ten, and refuse to notice that their hundred today buys only what five bought once. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #258)
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5 258 They demand a View more quotes about hundred">hundred coins and think themselves ten times advanced for they formerly had but ten, and refuse to notice that their hundred today buys only what five bought once.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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5 255 I am not familiar with what forty-eight copper tarsks might buy, other than it might buy one such as I.
5 256 The face value of a coin is meaningless.
5 257 The coin is worth only what it will buy This is obvious, but many on my former world, oddly enough, seem unaware of this.
5 258 They demand a hundred coins and think themselves ten times advanced for they formerly had but ten, and refuse to notice that their hundred today buys only what five bought once.
5 259 I remember little about my sale, until near the last, the straw, the block, the torches to the left and right, the darkness in the house, the sense of faces and bodies, the calls of the auctioneer, the occasional responses from the house, the touches of the whip, helping me, guiding me, turning me, lifting my chin, and such.
5 260 I was too frightened, too tense, I fear, to smile, to display myself well.
5 261 But he did not whip me.
I am not familiar with what forty-eight copper tarsks might buy, other than it might buy one such as I. The face value of a coin is meaningless. The coin is worth only what it will buy This is obvious, but many on my former world, oddly enough, seem unaware of this. They demand a hundred coins and think themselves ten times advanced for they formerly had but ten, and refuse to notice that their hundred today buys only what five bought once. I remember little about my sale, until near the last, the straw, the block, the torches to the left and right, the darkness in the house, the sense of faces and bodies, the calls of the auctioneer, the occasional responses from the house, the touches of the whip, helping me, guiding me, turning me, lifting my chin, and such. I was too frightened, too tense, I fear, to smile, to display myself well. But he did not whip me. - (Smugglers of Gor)