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What a simple pleasure it is, I thought, just to look into a mirror, and not to want to cry out in pain, or weep. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 53, Sentence #196)

She was too different, too hideous. In some laboratory a mistake had been made, an experiment had turned out badly, and a sentient creature had been twisted awry. How could one help but regard Eve askance, and yet I could understand, and well, what it was to want to be wanted, to want to be cared for, not to be rejected, or shunned. What a simple pleasure it is, I thought, just to look into a mirror, and not to want to cry out in pain, or weep. Lord Grendel was relieving Lyris of the collar, the leash, and the metal impediments that had rendered her, even so formidable a beast, tractable and manageable. Meanwhile, Drusus Andronicus had thrust Paula aside, and was similarly relieving Eve of her restraints. He placed the leash, collar, and ropes in a large sack, which he wore at his left hip, slung from a strap over his right shoulder. - (Plunder of Gor)