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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

Had I not auditioned for plays? Had I not submitted a portfolio to more than one agency? With good fortune I might soon be able to leave behind the hated office, the dictatorship of clocks and calendars, the endless routines, the instructions of boring superiors, phrased as requests or suggestions, the pretentious prattle of inane companions. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #163)
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1 163 Had I not auditioned for plays? Had I not submitted a portfolio to more than one agency? With View more quotes about good">good fortune I might soon be able to leave behind the hated office, the dictatorship of clocks and calendars, the endless routines, the instructions of boring superiors, phrased as requests or suggestions, the pretentious prattle of inane companions.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 160 I turned about, once more.
1 161 I felt delightfully brazen.
1 162 I trusted he liked what he saw.
1 163 Had I not auditioned for plays? Had I not submitted a portfolio to more than one agency? With good fortune I might soon be able to leave behind the hated office, the dictatorship of clocks and calendars, the endless routines, the instructions of boring superiors, phrased as requests or suggestions, the pretentious prattle of inane companions.
1 164 And soon I could rid myself, too, I supposed, of this troublesomely masculine oaf, this menial, who dared to presume to speak of "assessment".
1 165 "Why are you standing?" he asked.
1 166 "I do not understand," I said.
I turned about, once more. I felt delightfully brazen. I trusted he liked what he saw. Had I not auditioned for plays? Had I not submitted a portfolio to more than one agency? With good fortune I might soon be able to leave behind the hated office, the dictatorship of clocks and calendars, the endless routines, the instructions of boring superiors, phrased as requests or suggestions, the pretentious prattle of inane companions. And soon I could rid myself, too, I supposed, of this troublesomely masculine oaf, this menial, who dared to presume to speak of "assessment". "Why are you standing?" he asked. "I do not understand," I said. - (Plunder of Gor)