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And so, suddenly shaken, I realized that the imagery I had casually noted long ago, in passing, and to which I had given little thought, was an image of an authentic reality, and that I had now, for the first time, experienced that reality, or something much like it. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #162)

It is, of course, one thing to see images, or pictures, and quite another to see the thing pictured, and sense its reality, its purposiveness, what it would be to see the thing as it actually is. One might compare the picture of a beast, with the beast met, unexpectedly, alive, in the wild. The experiences are quite different. And so, suddenly shaken, I realized that the imagery I had casually noted long ago, in passing, and to which I had given little thought, was an image of an authentic reality, and that I had now, for the first time, experienced that reality, or something much like it. Each helmet, of leather and metal, crested with a mane of animal hair, with its y-shaped opening, muchly enclosed a face, a face that might, in a moment, I supposed, be fearsome, and menacing, that might, peering out, aware of risk and war, of danger, of the moment that might part life from death, scrutinize a field or foe. "Master!" cried a girl in the second cage to my right, extending a hand through the bars. "Buy me!" One of the young men in red turned, to regard the supplicant. - (Plunder of Gor)