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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

Light is supplied by tiny lamps, no more than small cups of tharlarion oil with fiber wicks. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #78)
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17 78 View more quotes about light">Light is supplied by tiny lamps, no more than small cups of tharlarion oil with fiber wicks.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 75 As the slave works the tunnel, he crawls on his hands and knees, which bleed at first but gradually develop calluses of thick, scabrous tissue.
17 76 About his neck hangs a canvas bag in which pieces of ore are carried back to the scales.
17 77 The ore itself is freed from the sides of the mine by a small pick.
17 78 Light is supplied by tiny lamps, no more than small cups of tharlarion oil with fiber wicks.
17 79 The working day is fifteen Gorean hours, or Ahn, which, allowing for the slight difference in the period of the planet's rotation, would be approximately eighteen Earth hours.
17 80 The slaves are never brought to the surface, and once plunged into the cold darkness of the mines never again see the sun.
17 81 The only relief in their existence comes once a year, on the birthday of the Tatrix, when they are served a small cake, made with honey and sesame seeds, and a small pot of poor Kal-da.
As the slave works the tunnel, he crawls on his hands and knees, which bleed at first but gradually develop calluses of thick, scabrous tissue. About his neck hangs a canvas bag in which pieces of ore are carried back to the scales. The ore itself is freed from the sides of the mine by a small pick. Light is supplied by tiny lamps, no more than small cups of tharlarion oil with fiber wicks. The working day is fifteen Gorean hours, or Ahn, which, allowing for the slight difference in the period of the planet's rotation, would be approximately eighteen Earth hours. The slaves are never brought to the surface, and once plunged into the cold darkness of the mines never again see the sun. The only relief in their existence comes once a year, on the birthday of the Tatrix, when they are served a small cake, made with honey and sesame seeds, and a small pot of poor Kal-da. - (Outlaw of Gor)