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Review
of
the
hand
!
He
looked
at
his
hand
.
How
inadequate
it
appeared
when
measured
against
such
creatures
as
that
worm
.
*
*
*
We
came
from
Caladan
—
a
paradise
world
for
our
form
of
life
.
There
existed
no
need
on
Caladan
to
build
a
physical
paradise
or
a
paradise
of
the
mind
—
we
could
see
the
actuality
all
around
us
.
And
the
price
we
paid
was
the
price
men
have
always
paid
for
achieving
a
paradise
in
this
life
—
we
went
soft
,
we
lost
our
edge
.
—
from
“
Muad
’
Dib
:
Conversations
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
“
SO
YOU
’
RE
the
great
Gurney
Halleck
,
”
the
man
said
.
Halleck
stood
staring
across
the
round
cavern
office
at
the
smuggler
seated
behind
a
metal
desk
.
The
man
wore
Fremen
robes
and
had
the
half
-
tint
blue
eyes
that
told
of
off
-
planet
foods
in
his
diet
.
The
office
duplicated
a
space
frigate
’
s
master
control
center
—
communications
and
viewscreens
along
a
thirty
-
degree
arc
of
wall
,
remote
arming
and
firing
banks
adjoining
,
and
the
desk
formed
as
a
wall
projection
—
part
of
the
remaining
curve
.
“
I
am
Staban
Tuek
,
son
of
Esmar
Tuek
,
”
the
smuggler
said
.
“
Then
you
’
re
the
one
I
owe
thanks
for
the
help
we
’
ve
received
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
Ah
-
h
-
h
,
gratitude
,
”
the
smuggler
said
.
“
Sit
down
.
”
