"On Caladan, we used to have to swim in the nude," thought Paul,

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and it shrank my willy to a gom jabbar, if you know what I mean. Thufir, with those fat eyebrows, would sit on the edge of the pool fondling himself, mumbling over and over about his 'big fat sandworm', and my God, it was! Like a sandworm. Not like a sandworm's, no; his was like a sandworm. Creepy, but yet impossible not to stare. Perhaps his use of sandworm imagery, so long before we knew we would move to Arrakis, was his way of preparing me for the change that was soon to come. But how would he know? Did he too have latent prescient ability, an ability he never mentioned? Dr. Yueh (kangaroo mouse, seriously, LOL!) had imperial conditioning - was there a plot with the Emperor that they knew about to send my father to Arrakis? Did it all happen with their plotting? Was Thufir doing some "Missionaria Protectiva" with the Reverend Mother? She seemed to speak too often about getting her spice harvested. Perhaps she was speaking metaphorically? Wheels within wheels. And if Arrakis should ever become a water planet, then I must risk Chani seeing me in my own kangaroo mouse stage. I shall have to invent a religious rule to protect against the humiliation of such a thing. Wheels within wheels. We also used to play Jarts. I wonder if Duncan could fabricate such a game again and introduce it to the fremen. They seem to enjoy games that have a chance for mutilation and injury. We could play it in the nude, and I can show them what really makes me the Lisan al Gaib. 'Giver of Water' indeed. LOL! I wonder what Gurney's up to? I should go see him.