Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 37 | 141 | How I View more quotes about remembered">remembered much of this from my former world, when I had lain in my bed for hours at a time, restless and miserable, knowing myself a slave, but a slave without a master. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 37 | 138 | Who knew what her thoughts had been, and her dreams? Perhaps she did have something in her of the woman, the blood, the instincts, the hopes, the needs, the fears, the desires, the longings, of the woman, the secret understanding, however hysterically denied, of her true place in nature, out of which she could not be herself. |
| 37 | 139 | It was as though some image, some proud, contrived, clay encasement of a reality had finally broken apart, separating, revealing, hitherto hidden within, something quite unlike the image, or encasement, something not hard but soft, not artificial but real, not false but true, and needful. |
| 37 | 140 | Yes, I thought, she was a woman, a true woman, but, as yet, was incomplete, for she had no master. |
| 37 | 141 | How I remembered much of this from my former world, when I had lain in my bed for hours at a time, restless and miserable, knowing myself a slave, but a slave without a master. |
| 37 | 142 | So, I thought, the sorry wallet has been opened, and it contains a coin of gold; the dingy wrapper has been unrolled, and within it we find rare silk; the uninspiring amphora has been unsealed, and within it we find a splendid wine, the sort men might prize, and for which they might bid, and heatedly. |
| 37 | 143 | Yes, I thought, regarding Darla, a collar might look well on her neck. |
| 37 | 144 | Yes, I thought, it belongs there. |
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Who knew what her thoughts had been, and her dreams? Perhaps she did have something in her of the woman, the blood, the instincts, the hopes, the needs, the fears, the desires, the longings, of the woman, the secret understanding, however hysterically denied, of her true place in nature, out of which she could not be herself.
It was as though some image, some proud, contrived, clay encasement of a reality had finally broken apart, separating, revealing, hitherto hidden within, something quite unlike the image, or encasement, something not hard but soft, not artificial but real, not false but true, and needful.
Yes, I thought, she was a woman, a true woman, but, as yet, was incomplete, for she had no master.
How I remembered much of this from my former world, when I had lain in my bed for hours at a time, restless and miserable, knowing myself a slave, but a slave without a master.
So, I thought, the sorry wallet has been opened, and it contains a coin of gold; the dingy wrapper has been unrolled, and within it we find rare silk; the uninspiring amphora has been unsealed, and within it we find a splendid wine, the sort men might prize, and for which they might bid, and heatedly.
Yes, I thought, regarding Darla, a collar might look well on her neck.
Yes, I thought, it belongs there.
- (Smugglers of Gor)