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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

If we were on the high bridges, it would have been more than a thousand feet away. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #117)
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4 117 If we were on the View more quotes about high">high bridges, it would have been more than a thousand feet away.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 114 I struggled to my feet and staggered to the laving bowl on the table and splashed some water in my face.
4 115 I could remember something of the night before, but not much.
4 116 The Older Tarl and I had made a round of taverns in the various cylinders, and I recall toddling precariously, singing obscene camp lyrics, along different narrow bridges, about a yard wide without rails, and the earth somewhere below—how far I had no idea at the time.
4 117 If we were on the high bridges, it would have been more than a thousand feet away.
4 118 The Older Tarl and I may have drunk too much of that fermented brew concocted with fiendish skill from the yellow grain, Sa-Tarna, and called Pagar-Sa-Tarna, Pleasure of the Life-Daughter, but almost always "paga" for short.
4 119 I doubted that I would ever touch the stuff again.
4 120 I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion.
I struggled to my feet and staggered to the laving bowl on the table and splashed some water in my face. I could remember something of the night before, but not much. The Older Tarl and I had made a round of taverns in the various cylinders, and I recall toddling precariously, singing obscene camp lyrics, along different narrow bridges, about a yard wide without rails, and the earth somewhere below—how far I had no idea at the time. If we were on the high bridges, it would have been more than a thousand feet away. The Older Tarl and I may have drunk too much of that fermented brew concocted with fiendish skill from the yellow grain, Sa-Tarna, and called Pagar-Sa-Tarna, Pleasure of the Life-Daughter, but almost always "paga" for short. I doubted that I would ever touch the stuff again. I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. - (Tarnsman of Gor)