“You are illiterate, are you not?” he said
“You are illiterate, are you not?” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“I had thought so,” he said.
“Forgive me, Master,” I said.
I had not, in the courtyard, of course, acknowledged my illiteracy. Yet he had doubtless surmised it.
“You cannot then read this?” he said, pointing to the printing on the object he held.
“Even something this simple?”
“No, Master,” I said.
How ignorant, and stupid and foolish I felt! Of course I could not read Gorean. I had not been taught! But many slaves, as I have indicated, are illiterate.
Slave Girl of Gor, p. 474