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I congratulated myself on my boldness, and with the success of my flight. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #82)

Certainly, when permitted access to mirrors, I had thought I had become much better looking on Gor than I had been on Earth, more relaxed, more vital, glossier haired, smoother skinned, trimmer, better- postured, and more excitingly curved. In any event, I was far from Shipcamp. I had escaped. I congratulated myself on my boldness, and with the success of my flight. Surely I was not only beautiful, or, say, at least quite good looking, but I was more clever than the others, and perhaps more clever than most. Perhaps they could learn from a mere barbarian! Then, in my generally contented, admiring scrutiny of my own reflection, I stopped, suddenly, my attention arrested. Surely I could not ignore a patent feature obvious in the surface which I beheld, the reflection of an encircling metal band fastened about my neck. - (Smugglers of Gor)