It is called manhood, and womanhood, and nature.
“It is called manhood, and womanhood, and nature.”
“It is a long time since those of Earth recollected the many names of nature.”
“It is time again, perhaps,” I said, “to seek for her forgotten faces.”
“It will never be done on Earth,” she said.
“I do not know,” I said. “I think, perhaps, that some human beings, here and there, even in the midst of the suffering, even in the very countries of confusion and pathology, will create for themselves small islands of reality and truth.”
I turned her head again to face me.
“Perhaps,” she smiled. Her eyes were moist.
Beasts of Gor, p. 453