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Wind
Pass
:
cliff
-
walled
,
this
opens
into
the
sink
villages
.
Wormline
:
indicating
farthest
north
points
where
worms
have
been
recorded
.
(
Moisture
,
not
cold
,
is
determining
factor
.
)
I
KNEW
Frank
Herbert
for
more
than
thirty
-
eight
years
.
He
was
a
magnificent
human
being
,
a
man
of
great
honor
and
distinction
,
and
the
most
interesting
person
at
any
gathering
,
drawing
listeners
around
him
like
a
magnet
.
To
say
he
was
an
intellectual
giant
would
be
an
understatement
,
since
he
seemed
to
contain
all
of
the
knowledge
of
the
universe
in
his
marvelous
mind
.
He
was
my
father
,
and
I
loved
him
deeply
.
Nonetheless
,
a
son
’
s
journey
to
understand
the
legendary
author
was
not
always
a
smooth
one
,
as
I
described
in
my
biography
of
him
,
Dreamer
of
Dune
.
Growing
up
in
Frank
Herbert
’
s
household
,
I
did
not
understand
his
need
for
absolute
silence
so
that
he
could
concentrate
,
the
intense
desire
he
had
to
complete
his
important
writing
projects
,
or
the
confidence
he
had
that
one
day
his
writing
would
be
a
success
,
despite
the
steady
stream
of
rejections
that
he
received
.
To
my
young
eyes
,
the
characters
he
created
in
Dune
and
his
other
stories
were
the
children
of
his
mind
,
and
they
competed
with
me
for
his
affections
.
In
the
years
it
took
him
to
write
his
magnum
opus
,
he
spent
more
time
with
Paul
Atreides
than
he
did
with
me
.
Dad
’
s
study
was
off
-
limits
to
me
,
to
my
sister
Penny
,
and
to
my
brother
Bruce
.
In
those
days
,
only
my
mother
Beverly
really
understood
Dad
’
s
complexities
.
Ultimately
,
it
was
through
her
love
for
him
,
and
the
love
he
gave
back
to
her
,
that
I
came
to
see
the
nurturing
,
loving
side
of
the
man
.
By
that
time
I
was
in
my
mid
-
twenties
,
having
rebelled
against
his
exacting
ways
for
years
.
When
I
finally
saw
the
soul
of
my
father
and
began
to
appreciate
him
for
the
care
he
gave
my
mother
when
she
was
terminally
ill
,
he
and
I
became
the
best
of
friends
.
He
helped
me
with
my
own
writing
career
by
showing
me
what
editors
wanted
to
see
in
books
;
he
taught
me
how
to
construct
interesting
characters
,
how
to
build
suspense
,
how
to
keep
readers
turning
the
pages
.
After
perusing
an
early
draft
of
Sidney
’
s
Comet
(
which
would
become
my
first
published
novel
)
,
he
marked
up
several
pages
and
then
wrote
me
this
note
:
“
These
pages
.
.
.
show
how
editing
tightens
the
story
.
Go
now
and
do
likewise
.
”
It
was
his
way
of
telling
me
that
he
could
open
the
door
for
me
and
let
me
peek
through
,
but
I
would
have
to
complete
the
immense
labors
involved
with
writing
myself
.
