Does she not understand she will never find herself until she is on her knees before a man
Her dreams, her fantasies, her very sense of her life and being, make this clear to her. How she must strive to maintain pretenses to the contrary; how she must struggle to deny and hate; how she must wildly flee what she only too clearly understands to be the insistent, ill-disguised, whispering secrets of herself.
Does she not understand she will never find herself until she is on her knees before a man; does she not understand for what nature has designed her; does she not understand that she, in her beauty, is his, indeed, that she was born to be his, born for the collar of a master?
Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 559