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Was it not, in its way, a barbarian world, stupid, inconsistent, crowded, polluted, thoughtless, greedy, hate-filled, afflicted with envies, resentments, and jealousies, dismal, pathological? Perhaps it was I, indeed, who, from such a world, was suitably viewed as the barbarian. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #165)

"Yes, Mistress!" I exclaimed. I did not wish to be again switched. She had called me a barbarian! How dared she? But then I thought of the world from which I had come. Was it not, in its way, a barbarian world, stupid, inconsistent, crowded, polluted, thoughtless, greedy, hate-filled, afflicted with envies, resentments, and jealousies, dismal, pathological? Perhaps it was I, indeed, who, from such a world, was suitably viewed as the barbarian. I slumped at the pole, suddenly, suspended by my chained wrists. "Mistress!" cried the girl to my left, alarmed. "The barbarian is ill, she is stricken, she has fainted!" Instantly my chain sisters stopped turning the mill. - (Plunder of Gor)