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I dared not be curt, lest I be whipped, or unduly synoptic, lest Brindlar and Leander later compare notes. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #167)

I could no longer see, particularly from my knees, Addison Steele. "Speak," he said. I then, in misery, helpless, held in place by a master's will, recounted much of what I had earlier spread before Leander, for his wonderment, edification, and skepticism. I dared not be curt, lest I be whipped, or unduly synoptic, lest Brindlar and Leander later compare notes. So, miserable, half in tears, I rattled on. Tharlarion races in Venna were underway, Centius of Cos, guaranteed safe conduct, had won the kaissa garland in the Argentum competitions; an attempt to elevate and standardize cargo fees on the Vosk had failed; the migration of four-gilled parsit fish had begun; Rencers had raised the shelter price for river pirates seeking asylum in the delta, when fleeing from ships of the Vosk League; a delegation from Tharna, visiting various towns and cities, was once again engaged on a periodic, fruitless quest of several years' standing, seeking information pertaining to the recovery of a lost child, the son of Lara, the Tatrix of Tharna, stolen when an infant; an alleged monster had supposedly been sighted in the delta. Lastly, there seemed much agreement now that the elusive Talena of Ar, the much-sought fugitive from the justice of Marlenus of Ar, had, at long last, after many subterfuges, escapes, and hazards, managed to reach the safety of her ally, Cos, where she was now an honored guest in the palace of Lurius of Jad, Ubar of Cos. - (Quarry of Gor)