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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

At the end of this time, after a day or so of some physiological discomfort, usually violent nausea and blinding headaches, it is common to find the man again back at the tables, once more attempting to vend his services to the master of a caravan. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #107)
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2 107 At the end of this View more quotes about time">time, after a day or so of some physiological discomfort, usually violent nausea and blinding headaches, it is common to find the man again back at the tables, once more attempting to vend his services to the master of a caravan.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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2 104 Tenders and drovers often proceed from one cafe to the other, for several nights.
2 105 The wages for a caravan trip, which often takes months, commonly will last the fellow about ten days, or, if nursed out, some fifteen days.
2 106 They are, of course, a rather pleasant ten or fifteen days.
2 107 At the end of this time, after a day or so of some physiological discomfort, usually violent nausea and blinding headaches, it is common to find the man again back at the tables, once more attempting to vend his services to the master of a caravan.
2 108 A fellow walked past me, carrying several vulos, alive, heads down, their feet tied together.
2 109 He was followed by another fellow, carrying a basket of eggs.
2 110 I followed them as they would be going to the market streets, near which was the bazaar.
Tenders and drovers often proceed from one cafe to the other, for several nights. The wages for a caravan trip, which often takes months, commonly will last the fellow about ten days, or, if nursed out, some fifteen days. They are, of course, a rather pleasant ten or fifteen days. At the end of this time, after a day or so of some physiological discomfort, usually violent nausea and blinding headaches, it is common to find the man again back at the tables, once more attempting to vend his services to the master of a caravan. A fellow walked past me, carrying several vulos, alive, heads down, their feet tied together. He was followed by another fellow, carrying a basket of eggs. I followed them as they would be going to the market streets, near which was the bazaar. - (Tribesmen of Gor)