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Similarly, I had never realized the gross, poisoned atmosphere of my former world until I had breathed the fresh, clean air of Gor. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 64, Sentence #21)

Perhaps she was born into the wrong world or wrong century. These interests and skills, such as they were, on Paula's part, were some of the reasons I tended to feel compassion for her. Why could she not, as the rest of us, buy things, and content herself with food that, I would later learn on Gor, was poorly prepared and tasteless? I had never really tasted fresh fruit and fresh bread until I was brought to this world, as a slave, to serve masters. Similarly, I had never realized the gross, poisoned atmosphere of my former world until I had breathed the fresh, clean air of Gor. Goreans, of course, do not even notice such things; they take them for granted, rather as many of my former world do not even notice their familiar, thick, particle-laden, foul air. "It will be ready soon," said Paula. Toward the fifteenth Ahn our wagon had drawn into the large caravanserai of Hogarth, thirty pasangs from Ar, by the pasang stone, and, already, better than a hundred wagons were housed there. - (Plunder of Gor)