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Book One: Dune
“Thethingsthatcanhappenhere,Icannotbegintotellyou,”hesaid.“Icannotevenbegintotellmyself,althoughI’veseenthem.Thissenseofthefuture—Iseemtohavenocontroloverit.Thethingjusthappens.Theimmediatefuture—say,ayear—Icanseesomeofthat...aroadasbroadasourCentralAvenueonCaladan.SomeplacesIdon’tsee...shadowedplaces...asthoughitwentbehindahill”(andagainhethoughtofthesurfaceofablowingkerchief)andtherearebranchings....”
Hefellsilentasmemoryofthatseeingfilledhim.Noprescientdream,noexperienceofhislifehadquitepreparedhimforthetotalitywithwhichtheveilshadbeenrippedawaytorevealnakedtime.
Recallingtheexperience,herecognizedhisownterriblepurpose—thepressureofhislifespreadingoutwardlikeanexpandingbubble...timeretreatingbeforeit....
Jessicafoundthetent’sglowtabcontrol,activatedit.
Dimgreenlightdrovebacktheshadows,easingherfear.ShelookedatPaul’sface,hiseyes—theinwardstare.Andsheknewwhereshehadseensuchalookbefore:picturedinrecordsofdisasters—onthefacesofchildrenwhoexperiencedstarvationorterribleinjury.Theeyeswerelikepits,mouthastraightline,cheeksindrawn.
It’sthelookofterribleawareness,shethought,ofsomeoneforcedtotheknowledgeofhisownmortality.
Hewas,indeed,nolongerachild.
Theunderlyingimportofhiswordsbegantotakeoverinhermind,pushingallelseaside.Paulcouldseeahead,awayofescapeforthem.
“There’sawaytoevadetheHarkonnens,”shesaid.
