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A moment later, this half freezing my blood, I realized these sounds were surrogates for, or facsimiles of, Gorean phonemes. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #163)

"I give greetings to the nameless lord, he rightfully foremost amongst his people, wrongfully banished from a far world, planner of deep deeds, master of lightning and fire, bender of iron, terror of the delta, ruler of the marshes, dispenser of largesse," called out he who was in the bow of the longboat. "You are late," I heard. I first heard the sounds only as mechanical noises, much as one might note whirs, or clicks, in a machine. A moment later, this half freezing my blood, I realized these sounds were surrogates for, or facsimiles of, Gorean phonemes. "You are late," I had heard. These words seemed to emanate from the large, hideous metal object before us, only yards away, partially risen, head and neck, from the dark water, the ship or device crafted in such a way as to suggest the features of a fearsome aquatic tharlarion. Given its immersion, I was not sure of its actual size. - (Quarry of Gor)