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Was it her fault that her form, and her wholeness, the whole of her, should so disturb, stimulate, provoke, and stir a male of her species, should bring about such mighty feelings, overwhelming and irresistible, of desire, lust, passion, and possessiveness? How was she to blame? Had these realities not been contrived in the innocent corridors of evolution, with no more thought or intention than the tides of Thassa or the orbits of worlds? But she, too, no less than he, was the product of these blind, inexorable processes. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #907)

It could be mine at any time. And I let myself, at this crucial moment, be distracted! I have lost my prey!" Lyris, from her side, put her head down, fearing to meet the eyes of her master. Surely she could not be held accountable for the unperceived exit of Lucilius. Was it her fault that her form, and her wholeness, the whole of her, should so disturb, stimulate, provoke, and stir a male of her species, should bring about such mighty feelings, overwhelming and irresistible, of desire, lust, passion, and possessiveness? How was she to blame? Had these realities not been contrived in the innocent corridors of evolution, with no more thought or intention than the tides of Thassa or the orbits of worlds? But she, too, no less than he, was the product of these blind, inexorable processes. I suspect the complementarities of nature are not without explanation. I suspected that my own form, and that of others like me, must be seen in a certain way by men. It must stimulate them with desire, the passion to hold it, to possess it, and own it. - (Plunder of Gor)