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• Frank J. Williams, William D. Pederson Lincoln Lessons, Reflections on America's Greatest Leader (2009)
• Frank Cass Britain and Ballistic Missile 1942 2002
• Campbell Joseph The Masks Of God Primitive Mythology
• Herbert Frank Swiat Pandory 01 Epizod z Jezusem
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• Herbert Frank Heretycy Diuny (SCAN dal 856)
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.""An Ixian machine? You defy the Jihad!""There's a lesson in that, too.What do such machines really do? They increasethe number of things we can do without thinking.Things we do without thinking-there's the real danger.Look at how long you walked across this desert withoutthinking about your face mask.""You could have warned me!""And increased your dependency."She stared at him a moment, then: "Why would you want me to command your FishSpeakers?""You are an Atreides woman, resourceful and capable of independent thought.Youcan be truthful just for the sake of truth as you see it.You were bred andtrained for command which means freedom from dependence."The wind whirled dust and sand around them while she weighed his words."And ifI agree, you'll save me?""No."She had been so sure of the opposite answer that it was several heartbeatsbefore she translated that single word.In that time, the wind fell slightly,exposing a vista across the dunescape to the remnants of Habbanya Ridge.The airwas suddenly chilled with that cold which did as much to rob the flesh ofmoisture as did the hottest sunlight.Part of Leto's awareness detected anoscillation in weather control."No?" She was both puzzled and outraged."I do not make bloody bargains with people I must trust."She shook her head slowly from side to side, but her gaze remained fixed on hisface."What will make you save me?""Nothing will make me do it.Why do you think you could do to me what I will notdo to you? That is not the way of interdependence."Her shoulders slumped."If I cannot bargain with you or force you.""Then you must choose another path."What a marvelous thing to observe the explosive growth of awareness, he thought.Siona's expressive features hid nothing of it from him.She focused on his eyesand glared at him as though seeking to move completely into his thoughts.Newstrength entered her muffled voice."You would have me know everything about you-even every weakness?""Would you steal what I would give openly?"The morning light was harsh on her face."I promise you nothing!""Nor do I require that.""But you will give me.water if I ask?""It is not just water."She nodded."And I am Atreides."The Fish Speakers had not withheld the lesson of that special susceptibility inthe Atreides genes.She knew where the spice originated and what it might do toher.The teachers in the Fish Speaker schools never failed him.And the gentleadditions of melange in Siona's dried food had done their work, too."These little curled flaps beside my face," he said."Tease one of them gentlywith a finger and it will give up drops of moisture heavily laced with spice-essence."He saw the recognition in her eyes.Memories which she did not know as memorieswere speaking to her.And she was the result of many generations in which theAtreides sensitivity had been increased.Even the urgency of her thirst would not yet move her.To ease her through the crisis, he told her about Fremen children poling forsandtrout at an oasis edge, teasing the moisture out of them for quickvitalization."But I am Atreides," she said."The Oral History tells it truthfully," he said."Then I could die of it.""That's the test.""You would make a real Fremen out of me!""How else can you teach your descendants to survive here after I am gone?"She pulled away her mask and moved her face to within a handsbreadth of his.Afinger came up and touched one of the curled flaps of his cowl."Stroke it gently," he said.Her hand obeyed not his voice but something from withinher.The finger movements were precise, eliciting his own memories, a thingpassed from child to child to child.the way so much information andmisinformation survived.He turned his face to its limit and looked sideways ather face so close to his.Pale blue drops began to form at the flap's edge.Richcinnamon smells enveloped them.She leaned toward the drops.He saw the poresbeside her nose, the way her tongue moved as she drank.Presently, she retreated-not completely satisfied, but driven by caution andsuspicion much the way Moneo had been.Like father, like daughter."How long before it begins to work?" she asked."It is already working.""I mean.""A minute or so.""I owe you nothing for this!""I will demand no payment."She sealed her face mask.He saw the milky distances enter her eyes.Without asking permission, she tappedhis front segment, demanding that he prepare the warm hammock of his flesh.Heobeyed.She fitted herself to the gentle curve.By peering sharply downward, hecould see her.Siona's eyes remained opened, but they no longer saw this place.She jerked abruptly and began to tremble like a small creature dying.He knewthis experience, but could not change the smallest part of it.No ancestralpresences would remain in her consciousness, but she would carry with herforever afterward the clear sights and sounds and smells.The seeking machineswould be there, the smell of blood and entrails, the cowering humans in theirburrows aware only that they could not escape.while all the time themechanical movement approached, nearer and nearer and nearer.louder.louder!Everywhere she searched, it would be the same.No escape anywhere.He felt her life ebbing.Fight the darkness, Siona! That was one thing theAtreides did.They fought for life.And now she was fighting for lives otherthan her own.He felt the dimming, though.the terrible outflow ofvitality.She went deeper and deeper into the darkness, far deeper than anyother had ever gone.He began to rock her gently, a cradle movement of his frontsegment.That or the thin hot thread of determination, perhaps both together,prevailed.By early afternoon, her fleshhad trembled its way into something approaching real sleep.Only an occasionalgasp betrayed the vision's echoes.He rocked her gently, rolling from side toside.Could she possibly come back from those depths? He felt the vital responsesreassuring him.The strength in her!She awakened in the late afternoon, a stillness coming over her abruptly, thebreathing rhythm changed.Her eyes snapped open.She peered up at him, thenrolled out of the hammock to stand with her back to him for almost an hour ofsilent thinking.Moneo had done that same thing.It was a new pattern in these Atreides.Some ofthe preceding ones had ranted at him.Others had backed away from him, stumblingand staring, forcing him to follow, squirming and grating over the pebbles.Someof them had squatted and stared at the ground.None of them had turned theirbacks on him.Leto took this new development as a hopeful sign."You are beginning to have some concept of how far my family extends," he said.She turned, her mouth a prim line, but did not meet his gaze.He could see heraccepting it, though, the realization which few humans could share as she hadshared it: His singular multitude made all of humankind his family."You could have saved my friends in the forest," she accused."You, too, could have saved them."She clenched her fists and pressed them against her temples while she glared athim."But you know everything!""Siona!""Did I have to learn it that way?" she whispered.He remained silent, forcing her to answer the question for herself.She had tobe made to recognize that his primary consciousness worked in a Fremen way andthat, like the terrible machines of that apocalyptic vision, the predator couldfollow any creature who left tracks."The Golden Path," she whispered."I can feel it." Then, glaring at him."It'sso cruel!""Survival has always been cruel.""They couldn't hide," she whispered.Then loud: "What have you done to me?""You tried to be a Fremen rebel," he said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]