Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 2 | 314 | It had been View more quotes about nothing">nothing more than an occasion, not even necessary. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 2 | 311 | Mingled with the terror there had been a release of suppressed instincts, a joy in confession, a rapture of openness, of authenticity and honesty. |
| 2 | 312 | That I had been terrified, and desperate to buy my life at any cost, had been the occasion, and an adequate justification, of my utterance, doubtless, but this terror could not explain the wild, uncontrollable acknowledgment, the shattering of inhibitions which I had felt, the torrential rapture, the abandonment, the capitulation to myself and my instincts which had, though blurred and mixed with the terror, so shaken and thrilled me. |
| 2 | 313 | The terror was unimportant. |
| 2 | 314 | It had been nothing more than an occasion, not even necessary. |
| 2 | 315 | What was important had been the way I had felt when I had begged those mighty men to be my masters. |
| 2 | 316 | It was as though, in asking for chains of iron, I had cast off thousands of invisible chains, which had held me from myself. |
| 2 | 317 | Chains of iron I thought might hold me to my own truths, not permitting me to strive for what, in the heart of me, I did not wish, for what I was not. |
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Mingled with the terror there had been a release of suppressed instincts, a joy in confession, a rapture of openness, of authenticity and honesty.
That I had been terrified, and desperate to buy my life at any cost, had been the occasion, and an adequate justification, of my utterance, doubtless, but this terror could not explain the wild, uncontrollable acknowledgment, the shattering of inhibitions which I had felt, the torrential rapture, the abandonment, the capitulation to myself and my instincts which had, though blurred and mixed with the terror, so shaken and thrilled me.
The terror was unimportant.
It had been nothing more than an occasion, not even necessary.
What was important had been the way I had felt when I had begged those mighty men to be my masters.
It was as though, in asking for chains of iron, I had cast off thousands of invisible chains, which had held me from myself.
Chains of iron I thought might hold me to my own truths, not permitting me to strive for what, in the heart of me, I did not wish, for what I was not.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)