Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 62 | When I started a momentary flicker of annoyance crossed his View more quotes about features">features, but in an instant he was again his chuckling, affable, bubbling self. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 59 | If one had encountered him in the eighteenth century, one might have taken him for a jolly, snuff-sniffing, roisterous country squire, knowing himself the salt of the earth, not above twitting the parson nor pinching the serving girls; in the nineteenth century he would have owned an old book shop and worked at a high desk, quite outdated, kept his money in a sock, distributed it indiscriminately to all who asked him for it, and publicly read Chaucer and Darwin to scandalize lady customers and the local clergy; in my own time such a man could only be a college professor, for there are few other refuges save wealth left in my world for men such as he; one could imagine him ensconced in a university chair, perhaps affluent enough for gout, reposing in his tenure, puffing on his pipe, a connoisseur of ales and castles, a gusty aficionado of bawdy Elizabethan drinking songs, which he would feel it his duty to bequeath, piously, as a portion of their rich literary heritage, to generations of recent, proper graduates of Eton and Harrow. |
| 3 | 60 | The small eyes regarded me, twinkling. |
| 3 | 61 | With a start I noted that the pupils of his eyes were red. |
| 3 | 62 | When I started a momentary flicker of annoyance crossed his features, but in an instant he was again his chuckling, affable, bubbling self. |
| 3 | 63 | "Come, come," he said. |
| 3 | 64 | "Come along, Cabot. |
| 3 | 65 | We have been waiting for you". |
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If one had encountered him in the eighteenth century, one might have taken him for a jolly, snuff-sniffing, roisterous country squire, knowing himself the salt of the earth, not above twitting the parson nor pinching the serving girls; in the nineteenth century he would have owned an old book shop and worked at a high desk, quite outdated, kept his money in a sock, distributed it indiscriminately to all who asked him for it, and publicly read Chaucer and Darwin to scandalize lady customers and the local clergy; in my own time such a man could only be a college professor, for there are few other refuges save wealth left in my world for men such as he; one could imagine him ensconced in a university chair, perhaps affluent enough for gout, reposing in his tenure, puffing on his pipe, a connoisseur of ales and castles, a gusty aficionado of bawdy Elizabethan drinking songs, which he would feel it his duty to bequeath, piously, as a portion of their rich literary heritage, to generations of recent, proper graduates of Eton and Harrow.
The small eyes regarded me, twinkling.
With a start I noted that the pupils of his eyes were red.
When I started a momentary flicker of annoyance crossed his features, but in an instant he was again his chuckling, affable, bubbling self.
"Come, come," he said.
"Come along, Cabot.
We have been waiting for you".
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)