You see, Count, I have the Emperor’s prison planet, Salusa Secundus, to inspire me.” The.
How would you like to live billions upon billions of lives?” Paul asked. “There’s a fabric of legends for you! Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they’d bring. But wisdom tempers love, doesn’t it? And it puts a new shape on hate. How.
Then came the Butlerian Jihad – two generations of chaos. The god of machine-logic was overthrown among the masses and a new concept was raised: “Man may not be replaced.” Those.
You seldom learn the names of the truly wealthy and powerful. You see only their spokesmen. The political arena makes a few exceptions to this but does not reveal the full power structure.
Where Thufir Hawat goes, death and deceit follow.
Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free.
Malign? I praise him. Death and deceit are our only hopes now. I just do not fool myself about Thufir’s methods.
We pray to a moon: she is round – Luck with us will then abound, What we seek for shall be found In the land of solid ground.
They’d never known anything but victory which, Paul realized, could be a weakness in itself. He put that thought aside for later consideration in his own training program.
Can you remember your first taste of spice?” “It tasted like cinnamon.
I hold at your neck the gom jabbar,” she said. “The gom jabbar, the high-handed enemy. It’s a needle with a drop of poison on its tip. Ah-ah! Don’t pull away or you’ll feel that poison.
How persistent it is, this demand that our gods be perfect. The Greeks were much more reasonable about such things.
This is the fallacy of power: ultimately, it is effective only in an absolute, a limited universe. But the basic lesson of our relativistic universe is that things change. Any power must always meet a greater power.
He felt the inability to grieve as a terrible flaw.
Paul looked down at the hand that had known pain, and then up to the Reverend Mother. The sound of her voice contained a difference than from any other voicing his experience. The words were outlined in brilliance. There was an edge to them.
The mystery of consciousness? Erroneous data – significant results.
There’s coffee for those who want it,′ the Duke said.
He was aware now of many things – of statecraft and profound consequences in the smallest decisions. Yet he felt this knowledge and subtlety as a thin veneer covering an iron core of simpler, more deterministic awareness. And that older core called out to him, pleaded with him for a return to cleaner values.
Sir, I honor and respect the personal dignity of any man who respects my dignity.
It’s an old, old trick of autocratic rule,” Idaho said. “Alia knows it well. Good subjects must feel guilty. The guilt begins as a feeling of failure. The good autocrat provides many opportunities for failure in the populace.