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Book One: Dune
andthechargemovesaheadonepageatatimeasyouread.Nevertouchtheactualpageswithyourfingers.Thefilamenttissueistoodelicate.”Heclosedthebook,handedittoPaul.“Tryit.”
YuehwatchedPaulworkthepageadjustment,thought:Isalvemyownconscience.Igivehimthesurceaseofreligionbeforebetrayinghim.ThusmayIsaytomyselfthathehasgonewhereIcannotgo.
“Thismust’vebeenmadebeforefilmbooks,”Paulsaid.
“It’squiteold.Letitbeoursecret,eh?Yourparentsmightthinkittoovaluableforonesoyoung.”
AndYuehthought:Hismotherwouldsurelywonderatmymotives.
“Well....”Paulclosedthebook,helditinhishand.“Ifit’ssovaluable....”
“Indulgeanoldman’swhim,”Yuehsaid.“ItwasgiventomewhenIwasveryyoung.”Andhethought:Imustcatchhismindaswellashiscupidity.
“Openittofour-sixty-sevenK”alima—whereitsays:‘Fromwaterdoesalllifebegin.’There’saslightnotchontheedgeofthecovertomarktheplace.”
Paulfeltthecover,detectedtwonotches,oneshallowerthantheother.Hepressedtheshalloweroneandthebookspreadopenonhispalm,itsmagnifierslidingintoplace.
“Readitaloud,”Yuehsaid.
Paulwethislipswithhistongue,read:‘Thinkyouofthefactthatadeafpersoncannothear.Then,whatdeafnessmaywenotallpossess?Whatsensesdowelackthatwecannotseeandcannothearanotherworldallaroundus?
Whatistherearoundusthatwecannot—”
“Stopit!”Yuehbarked.
Paulbrokeoff,staredathim.
Yuehclosedhiseyes,foughttoregaincomposure.
