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“
You
think
now
to
teach
me
my
trade
?
”
he
asked
,
and
he
did
not
try
to
hide
the
disdain
in
his
voice
.
“
Anything
outside
yourself
,
this
you
can
see
and
apply
your
logic
to
it
,
”
she
said
.
“
But
it
’
s
a
human
trait
that
when
we
encounter
personal
problems
,
those
things
most
deeply
personal
are
the
most
difficult
to
bring
out
for
our
logic
to
scan
.
We
tend
to
flounder
around
,
blaming
everything
but
the
actual
,
deep
-
seated
thing
that
’
s
really
chewing
on
us
.
”
“
You
’
re
deliberately
attempting
to
undermine
my
faith
in
my
abilities
as
a
Mentat
,
”
he
rasped
.
“
Were
I
to
find
one
of
our
people
attempting
thus
to
sabotage
any
other
weapon
in
our
arsenal
,
I
should
not
hesitate
to
denounce
and
destroy
him
.
”
“
The
finest
Mentats
have
a
healthy
respect
for
the
error
factor
in
their
computations
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
’
ve
never
said
otherwise
!
”
“
Then
apply
yourself
to
these
symptoms
we
’
ve
both
seen
:
drunkenness
among
the
men
,
quarrels
—
they
gossip
and
exchange
wild
rumors
about
Arrakis
;
they
ignore
the
most
simple
—
”
“
Idleness
,
no
more
,
”
he
said
.
“
Don
’
t
try
to
divert
my
attention
by
trying
to
make
a
simple
matter
appear
mysterious
.
”
She
stared
at
him
,
thinking
of
the
Duke
’
s
men
rubbing
their
woes
together
in
the
barracks
until
you
could
almost
smell
the
charge
there
,
like
burnt
insulation
.
They
’
re
becoming
like
the
men
of
the
pre
-
Guild
legend
,
she
thought
:
Like
the
men
of
the
lost
star
-
searcher
,
Ampoliros
-
sick
at
their
guns
—
foreverseeking
,
forever
prepared
and
forever
unready
.
“
Why
have
you
never
made
full
use
of
my
abilities
in
your
service
to
the
Duke
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Do
you
fear
a
rival
for
your
position
?
”
