{Renegades of Gor, page 343}
How complex and desperate had become the world. I felt so small, like a particle adrift on a vast sea, beneath a vast sky, a particle taken here and there, at the mercy of the tides, the currents, the winds, not understanding. But there were compasses and landmarks, as palpable to me as the stars by which I might navigate on Thassa, as solid and undoubted as the great brick structure as the pharos of Port Cos itself. There were the codes, and honor, and steel.
{Renegades of Gor, page 414}