Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 130 | How far away now View more quotes about seemed">seemed the familiar pollutions of the gray world I remembered. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 127 | In this atmosphere, my blood charged with oxygen, I found that I could detect odors which had eluded me before; it was as though an entire new dimension of experience had suddenly opened to me; yet I suppose it was only that here, in this place, my body did not have reason to fight its world, shutting it out, forcing it from consciousness in order not to be distracted or sickened; here there was an atmosphere which was unsoiled, undefiled, one in which the human could be a part of nature, not a rampart raised against her, not a defensive sojourner treading at night, stepping softly, scarcely daring to breathe, through the country of enemies. |
| 1 | 128 | My vision, too, in this pure air, was keener. |
| 1 | 129 | I could see farther and with greater detail than had been possible before in the clouded, contaminated atmosphere in which I had been raised. |
| 1 | 130 | How far away now seemed the familiar pollutions of the gray world I remembered. |
| 1 | 131 | On certain days there I had thought the air clean, and had delighted in its freshness. |
| 1 | 132 | How little I had known. |
| 1 | 133 | How foolish I had been. |
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In this atmosphere, my blood charged with oxygen, I found that I could detect odors which had eluded me before; it was as though an entire new dimension of experience had suddenly opened to me; yet I suppose it was only that here, in this place, my body did not have reason to fight its world, shutting it out, forcing it from consciousness in order not to be distracted or sickened; here there was an atmosphere which was unsoiled, undefiled, one in which the human could be a part of nature, not a rampart raised against her, not a defensive sojourner treading at night, stepping softly, scarcely daring to breathe, through the country of enemies.
My vision, too, in this pure air, was keener.
I could see farther and with greater detail than had been possible before in the clouded, contaminated atmosphere in which I had been raised.
How far away now seemed the familiar pollutions of the gray world I remembered.
On certain days there I had thought the air clean, and had delighted in its freshness.
How little I had known.
How foolish I had been.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)