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| "In
the North my blood had found itself, learning itself; in
the north I had learned strength, and how to stand
alone. I thought of the Kurri. They were terrible foes.
Suddenly, incredibly, I felt love for them. I
recollected the head of the giant Kur, mounted on its
stake, in the ruins of the hall of Svein Blue Tooth. One
cannot be weak who meets such beasts. I laughed at the
weakness instilled into the men of earth. Only men who
are strong, without weakness, can meet such Beasts. One
must match them in strength, in intellect, in
terribleness, in ferocity. In the north I had grown
strong. I suddenly realized the supreme power of the
united Gorean will, not divided against itself, not
weak, not crippled like the wills of earth. I felt a
surge of power, of unprecedented, unexpected joy. I had
discovered what it was to be Gorean. I had discovered
what is was, truly, to be male, to be a man. I was
Gorean." Page 290 - Marauders of Gor |