I could, as a free man, look across the bay toward the Eastern Shore where I was born a slave.

Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains.

I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.

Beirut is where I was born and raised.

I was born in and worked in a period that could be called enviable.

A Gorean slave girl in the presence of a free man or woman always kneels, unless excused from doing so.