2024-02-28 17:00 Published by Langlangyedu/Reading Republic Timothy Chalamet plays the protagonist Paul Atreides in the “Dune” series. (Photo/Provided by Warner Bros.)
“Dune: Part 2” will be officially released in Taiwan on February 28! The movie will continue the unfinished story of “Dune”, Paul. Atreides (played by Timothée Chalamet) joins forces with the Fremen to take revenge for the destruction of his family. He must choose between his love and his destiny, and try to prevent a terrible future that only he can foresee. He is also Quesaz. Haderach, a prophesied person who appeared in multiple time and space at the same time, led mankind towards peace and stability, but he found that he had become the origin of countless destructions in the universe.
Whether you have watched the movie “Dune 2” or not, I hope you don’t miss the exciting plot of the original novel! . (Editor’s note)
Text/Frank Herbert
“I know many things so clearly that I don’t even have to think about them,” Farooq said. “I know that there is water deep in the sand, which was sealed there by the Little Creator. I also know that our ancestors would offer sacrifices to Shahuro. Virgin, but forbidden by Lit-Cairns. I once saw jewels in the mouth of a sandworm. There are four gates to my soul, and I am very familiar with each gate.”
He fell silent and thought.
“Then the Atreidian and his witch mother came,” Scatley said.
“Here comes the Atreidian,” Farouk agreed, “the one we call ‘Usul’ in our lair, as we call him privately. Our Mo’adibah, Mo’adibah ! When he launched the jihad, some people and I asked, “Why should we go to war? It has nothing to do with us.” But others went – young people, friends, childhood friends. When they came back Talking about witchcraft, and the power of this Atreides savior. He can fight with our enemy Harkon, and he is protected by Lit-Cairns who promised to give us a paradise. It is said that this Atreides is here to change Our world, our universe. He is the one who makes the golden flowers bloom at night.”
Farouk raised his hands and looked at his palms: “People pointed to Moon One and said, ‘That’s where his soul is.’ So he became Moadiba. I really don’t understand all this.”
He put down his hands and looked across the courtyard at his son: “I don’t have any thoughts in my mind. My thoughts are only in my heart, my belly, and my waist.”
The tempo of the music quickened again.
“Do you know why I joined the jihad?” The old man’s eyes were fixed on Sketley. “I heard that there is something called the ocean. If you have been living among our sand dunes, it will be difficult to believe that there is actually something in the world. The ocean. We don’t have an ocean, and the people on the dunes have never known an ocean. We have wind catchers, we collect water, because Lit-Cairns promises a sea change – Moadibah changes everything with a wave of his hand. I can imagine wells and canals on which water flows across the earth, so I can also imagine rivers. But what is the ocean?”
Farooq looked at the translucent ceiling in the backyard, as if he wanted to explore the distant universe. “The ocean,” he said, his voice low, “I can’t imagine what the ocean looks like. Yes, I know people who have seen this spectacle, but I think they are lying. I had to see it for myself, so I reported Got a name.”
The young man hit the last high note, and then changed to a new song. The rhythm is weird and choppy.
“Have you found the ocean?” Scatterly asked.
Farouk remained silent, and Skelly thought the old man had not heard him. The sound of the piano lingered around them, rising and falling like the tide, making Sketley gasp in tune with the melody.
“That was at sunset.” Farouk paused for a moment and said, “Painters in the past might have been able to paint a sunset like that. There was red in the painting, the same color as my bottle. And gold… blue. It’s the planet we call Infer, where I led the army to win the battle. We walked out of the mountain pass, and there was so much moisture in the air that I couldn’t breathe. Right there, under my feet, I I saw what my friend had said: water, water with no edge. We all rushed down. I stepped into the water and drank. The water was bitter and uncomfortable to drink. But I can never forget that. A wonder.”
Scatley found that he, like the old man, was in awe of the sea.
“I immersed myself in the sea water.” Farouk said, looking down at the patterns of underwater creatures on the floor tiles. “When I sank, I was a person, and when I floated… I became another person. I feel like I remember I looked around with eyes that could accept everything…everything in the world. I saw a body in the water – a rebel soldier killed by us. There was a piece of wood floating on the water nearby. It was a section of a big tree that had been burned down. Even now I can see the piece of wood even when I close my eyes, one end of which was charred black by the fire. There was still a piece of clothing floating in the water, which could only be regarded as a yellow rag…it was torn and very dirty. Looking at these things, I understand why they are here – for me to see.”
Farouk turned slowly and looked into Scatley’s eyes. “You know, the universe is infinite,” he said.
This man talks a lot, but thinks deeply, Scatley thought. “I could see that experience had a profound impact on you,” he said.
“You are a Telesu,” Farouk said. “You have seen many seas. I have only seen that one sea, but I know something about the sea that you do not know.”
Scatley suddenly felt a strange uneasiness.
“The mother of chaos was born in the sea.” Farouk said, “When I came out of the water dripping wet, I found Qizarita Fweed standing next to me. He did not go into the sea, he stood on the beach… Wet sand. Some of my men were afraid of the sea, just like him. He looked at me with that look, and he knew I understood something he would never understand. I became a sea creature, and that scared him. The sea healed the wounds of jihad, and he saw that.”
Book title: “Dune (2) Savior” Author: Frank. Frank Herbert…
Death Row Conversations with Ix Man Brazeau
Q: What prompted you to study the history of Moadiba in this way?
Answer: Why should I answer your question?
Q: Because I will save your words.
Answer: Aha! For historians, this is definitely fascinating!
Question: So you are willing to cooperate?
Answer: Why not? But you’ll never understand what inspired my analysis of history. never. You priests have so much at stake…
Q: Why not give it a try.
Answer: Try it? Well, then again…why not? I was attracted by the superficial view of the planet. It attracts attention because of its common name: “Sand Dune.” Not Arrakis, mind you, but Dune. Historians are fascinated by Dune because of its deserts and because it is the birthplace of the Fremen. Historical research in the past has specialized in local customs. These customs stem from the scarcity of water and the semi-nomadic lifestyle the Fremen live in stillclothes. That kind of clothing recycles most of the moisture emitted by the body.
Question: Aren’t these facts?
Answer: It is a superficial fact, but it ignores what is beneath the surface. This is the equivalent of… trying to understand the planet I was born on, Ix, without exploring the origin of its name – it is the ninth planet from our star. Nine). No… no, Dune cannot simply be regarded as a storm planet. It is not enough to talk about the threat posed by giant sandworms.
Q: But for those who live in Erlachin, these are the most critical!
Answer: The key? certainly. But that creates a planet with a single perspective, just as the sand dunes only produce one crop, and this planet is the only and exclusive source of the spice Melanji.
Q: Yes. Let’s hear your explanation of the sacred spice.
Answer: Holy? Spices, like all sacred things, are given with one hand and taken back with the other. Spices can prolong life and allow people to predict the future, but they can also cause people to become miserable and addicted. The sign is that a pair of eyes like yours all turn blue without any white. Your eyes, your visual organs, become one without contrast, looking only blue.
Question: It was these heresies that brought you into this cell!
Answer: It was you priests who brought me into a cell. You too, like all priests, learned early to call truth heresy.
Q: You are here because you have the audacity to say that Paul Atreides lost something necessary in his humanity to become Moadipah.
Answer: What’s more, I also said that he lost his father in the Harkennen War, and that Duncan Edhout sacrificed his life to allow Paul and Lady Jessica to escape.
Q: We noticed your sarcasm.
Answer: Ridicule! This charge is certainly more serious than heresy. But you know, it’s not that I don’t really believe anything. I am just an observer, a commentator. I saw true nobility in Paul, and I saw it when he fled into the desert with his pregnant mother. Of course, she was both a great asset and a liability.
Question: The shortcoming of you historians is that you never know when enough is enough. You see nobility in Saint Moadipa, but you insist on adding a cynical supplement. No wonder Bene Gathered has come forward to accuse you.
Answer: You priests have done a good job in bringing in the Sisters of Bene Gathered as a shield. But the reason why they survive today is also because they concealed what they did. But there is one fact that they cannot hide: Ms. Jessica is a master trained by Bene Gesserred. You know she trained her son in the ways of the convent. My crime was to study this as a phenomenon and explain in detail their psionics and genetic programming. You don’t want everyone to notice that Moadiba is first the savior the nuns want to hold in their hands, their Quesaz Hadrach, and then your prophet.
Question: If I had any hesitation about your death sentence before, you have eliminated it now.
Answer: I can only die once.
Q: Once is enough.
Answer: Be careful, don’t let me become a martyr. I don’t think Mo’adipa would… tell me, does Mo’adipa know what you are doing in these dungeons?
Q: We don’t bother the Holy Family with trivial matters.
Answer: (Laughing) Paul Atreides worked so hard to climb to the altar of the Fremen, but in the end he ended up like this! Learning to control and harness sandworms, is this what it’s for? I really shouldn’t answer your question.
Q: I will still keep my word and keep your words.
Answer: Really? Then listen carefully, you, a fallen Fremen, have no other gods in your eyes but yourself! There are so many things you don’t understand. It was the Fremen religious ritual that allowed Paul to take a large dose of Melanium for the first time, allowing him to see the future. It was the Fremen religious ritual that allowed the same blue pole to awaken the unborn Elijah in Lady Jessica’s womb. Baby Elijah is born with a full set of cognitions and possesses all the memories and knowledge of her mother. Do you know what this means to her? Worse than rape.
Question: Without the sacred spice, Moadibah would not have become the leader of the Fremen. Without divine experience, Elia could not have become Elia.
Answer: Without the blind cruelty of the Fremen, you would not have become a priest. Ha, I understand you Fremen. You consider Mo’adibah one of your own, because he married Quane and accepted Fremen customs. But he was first of all an Atreides, and had been trained by Bene Gessered. You know nothing about his training. You think he has brought a new organization and a new mission. He also promised you that he would turn this desert planet into a paradise with rippling blue waves. He uses such dreams to confuse you and take away your innocence!
Q: Your heresy cannot change the fact that the dune ecology is undergoing rapid transformation.
A: My heresy is to dig out the roots of change and study the consequences. The battle on the plains of Erathin may have shown that the Fremen could defeat the legions of Sadukkar. But besides that, what else does it mean? The interstellar empire of House Corino became the Fremen Empire under the rule of Moadibah. What else did the empire become? Your jihad only lasted twelve years, but what a profound lesson it taught us. Now the subjects of the empire have clearly seen that the marriage between Moadipa and Princess Iruolang is just a show.
Q: How dare you accuse Moadiba of being fake!
Answer: Even if you kill me, it is not heresy. The princess is just his royal consort, not his companion. Tsunei, his little Freeman lover, was his companion. No one knows this. Yiruolang is just the key to his ascending to the throne, nothing more.
Q: No wonder all those plotting to rebel against Moadiba use your historical analysis as a reason to go to war!
Answer: I can’t convince you, I know that. But the reasons for rebellion are greater than my historical analysis. Moadiba’s twelve-year jihad created the cause. It was this war that united the ancient power groups and inspired the rebellion against Moadibah.
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“Have you ever been to the Royal Fortress?” Sketley asked.
“I went there when we had a celebration party for winning the Battle of Moritor. Those stone houses were very cold, even though they had the best Ix space heater. We lived on the terrace of the Temple of Elia before. You know, he was there There were woods there, and there were trees brought from many planets. We, the Baxia commanders, all wore the best green robes, and there was a table for each person, eating and drinking. I saw something very disgusting: a row of The wounded soldier came over, leaning on a cane and walking with a limp. Our Moadiba probably doesn’t know how many people he has destroyed.”
“You dislike such a party?” Scatley asked. He knew of the Fremen’s orgies where they drank spiced ale.
“That’s not the same as the mingling of souls in the cave,” Farouk said. “There is no ‘spiritual unity’ here. The warriors entertain the female slaves, and the men show off their fight stories and wounds.”
“So, you’ve been in a bunch of stone houses,” Scatley said.
“Moadiba met us on the terrace,” Farouk said. “‘Good luck to everyone,’ he said. A greeting in the desert, but here!”
“Do you know where his private chamber is?” Scatley asked.
“The deepest place.” Farouk said, “It is said that he and Quan Ni are still living a nomadic life, but they are within the high walls of the fortress. Public interviews are in the main hall. He has a special reception hall and a formal meeting hall. , an entire wing occupied by his personal guards. There is also a place for ceremonies and a communication center. It is said that there is a house deep under the castle, which houses a stunted sandworm, surrounded by A channel that poisons sandworms. That’s where he predicts the future.”
Half false, half true, Scatley thought. “Wherever he goes, there are government agencies,” Farouk complained, “staff and hangers-on and hangers-on. He only trusts people like Stilgar, his former cronies.”
“Except you,” Scatley said.
“I think he’s forgotten about me,” Farooq said.
“How did he get in and out of the fortress?” Sketley asked. “He has a small landing pad for an ornithopter, protruding from the inner wall,” Farooq said. “It is said that Moadiba does not allow other people to land their planes there. Special methods must be used. A small mistake will cause it to hit the wall. Fell in his damn garden.” Scatterly nodded. This is most likely true. Controlling the air passage of the palace does ensure a certain degree of safety. The Atreides are all excellent pilots.
“He used people to transmit his secret wave information,” Farouk said. “He abused people and implanted secret wave translators in their bodies. In this way, the sounds they made became orders from the emperor himself. No. There should be information about another person hidden in one’s voice.”
Scatley shrugged. In this day and age, all the big shots use secret wave information because no one can tell what is the barrier between the sender and the receiver of the information. There is no way to crack the dense wave, because it is essentially a natural human voice, but the shape is slightly distorted, and extremely complex scrambling can be added in the middle.
“Even his tax collectors communicated like this,” Farooq complained. “In our time, secret wave information was only implanted in lower animals.” But tax information should indeed be kept secret, Sketley thought, because the people found out that the government There is more than one regime that has collapsed due to how much wealth the perpetrators have amassed.
“What do the Freemen soldiers think of Moadipah’s crusade?” Skately asked. “Are they opposed to turning the Emperor into a god?”
“Most people don’t even think about it,” Farooq said. “Most people think about jihad the same way I did, that it brings fantastic experiences, adventure and wealth. I live in this kind of shabby place. “The house,” Farouk gestured toward the backyard, “spent sixty miles worth of spices and ninety camels! I had never dared to think of such a huge sum of money before.” He shook his head repeatedly.
They walked through the backyard, where a blind young man was playing a love song on a balis.
Ninety camels, Scatley thought, a lot of money, no doubt. On many planets, Farouk’s little house would cost enough to buy a palace. But everything is relative, and “Camel” is no exception. For example, does Farouk know where the weight unit for spices comes from? Did he ever think that a camel once could only carry one and a half spices? Not too possible. Farouk may have never heard of camels or the Golden Age of the Earth.
Farouk continued to speak, the rhythm of which was strangely consistent with the Balis melody played by his son: “I have a crystal-blade dagger, a water ring of ten liters of water, a spear passed down from my father, a coffee set, and There is a red glass bottle, older than my cave memory. I have a share of our spices, but not the money. I have wealth, but I don’t know what wealth is. I have two wives, one is plain-looking But he loves me very much, a foolish and stubborn man with the face and body of an angel. I was once Fremenab, the master of the sandworms, the master of the desert and its monsters.”
On the other side of the courtyard, the rhythm of the young man’s melody quickened.
“Dune 2” movie poster. (Photo/IMDb)
●This article is excerpted from “Dune (2) The Savior” published by Everyone/Reading Republic.
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