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I
should
feel
something
.
But
he
felt
nothing
except
:
Here
’
s
an
important
fact
.
It
was
one
with
all
the
other
facts
.
All
the
while
his
mind
was
adding
sense
impressions
,
extrapolating
,
computing
.
Halleck
’
s
words
came
back
to
Paul
:
“
Mood
’
s
a
thing
for
cattle
or
for
making
love
.
You
fight
when
the
necessity
arises
,
no
matter
your
mood
.
”
Perhaps
that
’
s
it
,
Paul
thought
.
I
’
ll
mourn
my
father
later
.
.
.
when
there
’
s
time
.
But
he
felt
no
letup
in
the
cold
precision
of
his
being
.
He
sensed
that
his
new
awareness
was
only
a
beginning
,
that
it
was
growing
.
The
sense
of
terrible
purpose
he
’
d
first
experienced
in
his
ordeal
with
the
Reverend
Mother
Gaius
Helen
Mohiam
pervaded
him
.
His
right
hand
—
the
hand
of
remembered
pain
—
tingled
and
throbbed
.
Is
this
what
it
is
to
be
their
Kwisatz
Haderach
?
he
wondered
.
“
For
a
while
,
I
thought
Hawat
had
failed
us
again
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
I
thought
perhaps
Yueh
wasn
’
t
a
Suk
doctor
.
”
