
Short story long, Tex had been sent the meeting announcement by mistake and showed up in my office at about 12:40. HONGRY as a barr. But he had a seat and waited for me to finish and send the mail I was working on. I was just about done when he burst out laughing.
Looking over to find out what was so damned funny, I saw that he had picked up the copy of the US paperback version of Hunters, which just happened to be lying face down on my desk, and was reading the back cover.
"Shiiiiit," he drawled, and then started reading aloud, "'Hunters of Dune is based directly on Frank Herbert's final outline, which lay hidden in two safe-deposit boxes for a decade.' Ha ha...I ain't even no fan and I can tell that's bullshit! How stupid do they think people are?"
How stupid indeed.