Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 352 | View more quotes about interestingly">Interestingly, it was a dream in which I had managed to steal a candy and blame Lana, and she was beaten for it. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 349 | Knowing no English themselves, they had no choice but to teach me a living language, in life, as practical and concrete as a tool, as expressive and beautiful as flowers and clouds. |
| 7 | 350 | It was not long before I caught myself, upon occasion, thinking in Gorean. |
| 7 | 351 | And, only some ten days after my lessons had begun, I had my first dream in which intelligible Gorean was spoken to me and I responded, spontaneously, without thinking, in the same tongue. |
| 7 | 352 | Interestingly, it was a dream in which I had managed to steal a candy and blame Lana, and she was beaten for it. |
| 7 | 353 | I enjoyed the dream, but then it seemed Targo was coming for me, with the straps swinging in his hand. |
| 7 | 354 | I awakened in a cold sweat, but safely chained in the wagon, on the canvas. |
| 7 | 355 | It was raining outside, and I could hear the rain beat on the squarish roof of red rain canvas stretched over our heads. |
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Knowing no English themselves, they had no choice but to teach me a living language, in life, as practical and concrete as a tool, as expressive and beautiful as flowers and clouds.
It was not long before I caught myself, upon occasion, thinking in Gorean.
And, only some ten days after my lessons had begun, I had my first dream in which intelligible Gorean was spoken to me and I responded, spontaneously, without thinking, in the same tongue.
Interestingly, it was a dream in which I had managed to steal a candy and blame Lana, and she was beaten for it.
I enjoyed the dream, but then it seemed Targo was coming for me, with the straps swinging in his hand.
I awakened in a cold sweat, but safely chained in the wagon, on the canvas.
It was raining outside, and I could hear the rain beat on the squarish roof of red rain canvas stretched over our heads.
- (Captive of Gor)