Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 10 | 122 | But View more quotes about might">might not others clap their hands in gladness, spring to their feet, and cry out with joy? Might this not be a world long ago lost, now refound, a world surrendered on one world but never surrendered on another? And what if one of these males from my old world, one who knew me there, should encounter me here, as I am? One, I supposed, would understand nothing, would not even recognize me. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 10 | 119 | It would have been too unfamiliar, too different from the privations and sterilities to which they were accustomed, which they had been taught to unquestioningly accept, celebrate, and acclaim, which they took to constitute the single face of possibility. |
| 10 | 120 | Others might have looked upon it aghast, scandalized, shaken, sweating, disbelieving, and trembling. |
| 10 | 121 | Would they not be the ones who hastily, in terror of recognizing even the suspicion of their own possible manhood, lift a hoping, kneeling woman to her feet and shame her, lecturing her on what she should do and be, as though they knew more than she what it was to be a woman, lecturing her on how she should celebrate self-denial and sacrifice herself to imposed, alien conventions? If she is not a woman, they need not be men, which, suitably conditioned, they fear to be. |
| 10 | 122 | But might not others clap their hands in gladness, spring to their feet, and cry out with joy? Might this not be a world long ago lost, now refound, a world surrendered on one world but never surrendered on another? And what if one of these males from my old world, one who knew me there, should encounter me here, as I am? One, I supposed, would understand nothing, would not even recognize me. |
| 10 | 123 | Another, I supposed, anxious and disturbed, might fling his jacket about me and, red-faced, looking down and away, lest he see me as I am, hasten me from the tavern. |
| 10 | 124 | But, I supposed, another might say, "This is the way I saw you, even on Earth, the way I wanted you to be," and would then put me to my knees where I belong. |
| 10 | 125 | "Must I have your neck marked?" inquired the vat tender, the "Vat Master". |
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It would have been too unfamiliar, too different from the privations and sterilities to which they were accustomed, which they had been taught to unquestioningly accept, celebrate, and acclaim, which they took to constitute the single face of possibility.
Others might have looked upon it aghast, scandalized, shaken, sweating, disbelieving, and trembling.
Would they not be the ones who hastily, in terror of recognizing even the suspicion of their own possible manhood, lift a hoping, kneeling woman to her feet and shame her, lecturing her on what she should do and be, as though they knew more than she what it was to be a woman, lecturing her on how she should celebrate self-denial and sacrifice herself to imposed, alien conventions? If she is not a woman, they need not be men, which, suitably conditioned, they fear to be.
But might not others clap their hands in gladness, spring to their feet, and cry out with joy? Might this not be a world long ago lost, now refound, a world surrendered on one world but never surrendered on another? And what if one of these males from my old world, one who knew me there, should encounter me here, as I am? One, I supposed, would understand nothing, would not even recognize me.
Another, I supposed, anxious and disturbed, might fling his jacket about me and, red-faced, looking down and away, lest he see me as I am, hasten me from the tavern.
But, I supposed, another might say, "This is the way I saw you, even on Earth, the way I wanted you to be," and would then put me to my knees where I belong.
"Must I have your neck marked?" inquired the vat tender, the "Vat Master".
- (Quarry of Gor)