hee heeSandChigger wrote:Someone's behind this sudden spurt
Every time i check in on this thread, I am motivated to actually go look at DN - then i get mad at you guys for making me do that. Asses.

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hee heeSandChigger wrote:Someone's behind this sudden spurt
Wait, I wasn't sure I got this before, so Byron(or preeks) claim P&B's crap is "based on canon" because supposedly that whole uber hunter-seeker vision has been interperted as a FUTURE one? That's bloody rediculous!Tleilax Master B wrote:On the other hand, i am still not convinced the Siona vision is one of the future. I think its one of the past; a past that was avoided by Leto II. Otherwise, why does he tell her "by now" all humans would be extinct?
Past tenses. The second part clearly shows it never left the drawing board.God Leto to Hwi wrote:"The lxians contemplated making a weapon-a type of hunter-seeker, self propelled death with a machine mind. It was to be designed as a self improving thing which would seek out life and reduce that life to its inorganic matter."
Past tense.God Leto to Siona wrote:"What makes you do what you do?"
The question was well framed. He said: "My need to save the people."
"What people?"
"My definition is much broader than that of anyone else even of the Bene Gesserit, who think they have defined what it is to be human. I refer to the eternal thread of all humankind by whatever definition."
"You're trying to tell me. . ." Her mouth became too dry for speaking. She tried to accumulate saliva. He saw the movements within her face mask. Her question was obvious, though, and he did not wait.
"Without me there would have been by now no people anywhere, none whatsoever. And the path to that extinction was more hideous than your wildest imaginings."
"Your supposed prescience," she sneered.
"The Golden Path still stands open," he said.
Oh, I bet he does. He must get some share of the HLP profits, if not direct wages for what he does.Serkanner wrote:I am actually double surprised as a non-native English speaker. I firts read Dune long ago in Dutch and that translation accurately translates this conversation in the past tense as well.
Byron keeps sinking further in KJA mud by the day. Does anybody know whether he gets paid for his work for the HLP ( running the board and giving 5 star amazon ratings )?
I still don't think much of the "prescients viewing the past" idea, and I don't see anything in the passage to suggest Leto is "beaming" the vision to Siona...which means it's a future which becomes possible (inevitable?) at that point in time.Leto squirmed away and went to the shadowed limit of the chamber, keeping his attention on the faint arc of a line which would become an opening into the night if he merely converted the wish into a thought-of-command. What a long drop that would be out there—just roll off the landing-lip. He doubted that even his body would survive it. But there was no water in the sand beneath his tower and he could feel the Golden Path winking in and out of existence merely because he allowed himself to think of such an end.
Probably not. I traded user-page comments with Poey just recently and it seems he's more focused on his music and classes now, not so much the online Dune world.Tleilax Master B wrote:Hey on a slightly unrelated note, is "Drunken Duncan" actually Poey?? The art he uses as his avatar is one of Poey's masterpieces (), isn't it?
Hmm...I would have figured it the other way around, but then again, when you think about the comb-over, it's obvious Kev doesn't "give good head."orald wrote:No, he doesn't get paid by the HLP, it's KJA who pays him for the blowjobs.
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"Stroke it gently," he said.
Her hand obeyed not his voice but something from within her. The finger movements were precise, eliciting his own memories, a thing passed from child to child to child...the way so much information and misinformation survived. He turned his face to its limit and looked sideways at her face so close to his. Pale blue drops began to form at the flap's edge. Rich cinnamon smells enveloped them. She leaned toward the drops. He saw the pores beside her nose, the way her tongue moved as she drank.
"Oh, yeah, suck it...suck my spice tit, little Atreides," he panted.
Wait a minute, that's not right!