At one time I could be easily manipulated by the words of a woman and made a fool of.
“It is interesting,” I said, musingly. “At one time I could be easily manipulated by the words of a woman, led about, and made a fool of. How they twisted me, and turned me. I recall that time. It is done with.”
“I do not understand,” she said.
“Your game is over with,” I said. “It amused me to permit you to play it.”
“I do not understand,” she faltered.
“Do you truly think to manipulate me with words, to turn me aside with puffs of sound?” I asked.
“Do you think to tell me my direction, which is your direction? Do you want me to guide my life by your compass, one aligned with a foreign star, one alien to my own?”
Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 567