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I had never much relied on this sense. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #110)

Angrily I stood alone in the passageway in the dimmed light of its energy bulbs, my unused sword grasped futilely in my hand. Then I sensed something. My nostrils flared slightly and then as carefully as one might examine an object by eye I smelled the air of the passageway. I had never much relied on this sense. Surely I had enjoyed the scent of flowers and women, of hot, fresh bread, roasted meat, paga and wines, harness leather, the oil with which I protected the blade of my sword from rust, of green fields and storm winds, but seldom had I considered the sense of smell in the way one would consider that of vision or touch, and yet it too had its often neglected store of information ready for the man who was ready to make use of it. And so I smelled the passageway and to my nostrils, vague but undeniable, there came an odor that I had never before encountered. It was, as far as I could tell at that time, a simple odor, though later I would learn that it was the complex product of odors yet more simple than itself. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)