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How I hated he who had brought me to the collar, who had scorned me on the dock! How I had demeaned myself before him, kneeling as though in the presence of my master, as though I, Margaret Alyssa Cameron, of Earth, might be a slave! He had not even recognized me, he who had brought me and others like cattle to this world, to chains and collars! I hated him. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #119)

Yet I had been told this was not likely to be so. I wondered why that might be. Surely what lay beyond the wands, whatever it might be, could not in itself deter the flight of one who was sufficiently resolved, and one clever enough to count the laris. How I hated he who had brought me to the collar, who had scorned me on the dock! How I had demeaned myself before him, kneeling as though in the presence of my master, as though I, Margaret Alyssa Cameron, of Earth, might be a slave! He had not even recognized me, he who had brought me and others like cattle to this world, to chains and collars! I hated him. I hated him! And I wanted to kneel before him, and press my lips to his feet. Could I, Margaret Alyssa Cameron, be a slave, his slave? No! No, I cried to myself. Then I realized that name was no longer mine. - (Smugglers of Gor)