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And I did not even know his name! Lightning, far off, suddenly broke open the sky with a wound of light, and a moment later the atmosphere cried out, rumbling, as though in pain. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #404)

And I had fallen to my knees before him on the dock at Shipcamp, and he had again turned away! How I despised and hated him! I had prostrated myself before him, as a tunicked, collared, marked slave, on the dock at Shipcamp, and he had again turned away. I had been scorned. I hated him And yet, I knew, in some sense, he was my master, and I his slave. And I did not even know his name! Lightning, far off, suddenly broke open the sky with a wound of light, and a moment later the atmosphere cried out, rumbling, as though in pain. I did not even know his name! I cried out with misery as the forest was suddenly illuminated about me, and, almost simultaneously, was shaken by a great stroke of thunder. It seemed almost over my head, at the crest of the trees. I couched down, making myself tiny, my hands over my head, sobbing and cold. - (Smugglers of Gor)