Quotes About Arrakis

How careless his people had grown, Paul thought. They were millionaires of water—forgetful of the days when a man on Arrakis could have been killed for just an eighth share of the water in his body.

Dios creó Arrakis para probar a los fieles. De La sabiduría de Muad'Dib, por la princesa Irulan

Arrakis is a one-crop planet," his father said. "One crop. It supports a ruling class that lives as ruling classes have lived in all times while, beneath them, a semihuman mass of semislaves exists on the leavings. It's the masses and the leavings that occupy our attention. These are far more valuable than has ever been suspected.

Indeed, the young women of Arrakis were very beautiful that year. And the young men, too.

His planetary governors on Arrakis had cultivated a persistent pessimism to bolster their power base. They'd made sure that everyone on Arrakis, even the free-roaming Fremen, became familiar with numerous cases of injustice and insoluble problems; they had been taught to think of themselves as a helpless people for whom there was no succor.

La maggior parte delle discipline nascondono effetti negativi, essendo concepite non per liberare, bensì per limitare. Non chiedete Perché? E siate cauti col Come? Perché? conduce inesorabilmente al paradosso. Come? v'intrappola in un universo di causa ed effetto. Entrambi negano l'infinito. Gli Apocrifi di Arrakis

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The Firefly universe was anchored in a sector adjacent to the Star Wars galaxy, with a detailed re-creation of the Star Trek universe in the sector adjacent to that. Users could now teleport back and forth between their favorite fictional worlds. Middle Earth. Vulcan. Pern. Arrakis. Magrathea. Discworld, Mid-World, Riverworld, Ringworld. Worlds upon worlds.

Dune," the Fremen youth said. "Only the Imperials and the Harkonnens call this place Arrakis." "All right," Kynes said. "Dune, then.

For forty years, this desert world had been the quasi-fief of House Harkonnen, a political appointment granted by the Emperor, with the blessing of the commercial powerhouse CHOAM—the Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles. Though grim and unpleasant, Arrakis was one of the most important jewels in the Imperial crown because of the precious substance it provided.

The Baron had a monopoly on Arrakis—but it was also a monopoly based on ignorance. He gritted his teeth and knew

Arrakis!" Kynes could not restrain his astonishment—and yes, pleasure—at the prospect. "I believe the nomadic Fremen inhabitants call it Dune.

It is vitally important to the future of the Imperium that we understand the secret of melange. To date, no one has spent the time or effort to unravel its mysteries. People think of Arrakis as an unending source of riches, and they don't care about the mechanics or the details. Shallow thinking.

For a thousand years now, the governorship of Arrakis had been an Imperial boon, granted to a chosen family that would wring the riches out of the sands for a term not to exceed a century. Each time the fief changed hands, a firestorm of pleas and requests for favors bombarded the palace.

The axis of spin for the planet Arrakis is at right angles to the radius of its orbit. The world itself is not a globe, but more a spinning top somewhat fat at the equator and concave toward the poles. There is a sense that this may be artificial, the product of some ancient artifice. Report of the Third Imperial Commission on Arrakis

According to a few sparse anthropological notes he had found, the Fremen were the remnants of an ancient wandering people, the Zensunni, who had been slaves dragged from world to world. After being freed, or perhaps escaping, from their captivity they had tried to find a home for centuries, but were persecuted everywhere they went. Finally, they'd gone to ground here on Arrakis—and somehow they had thrived.

Over a razor-edged horizon the shimmering atmosphere was filled with pastel colors of sunrise. In a brief instant the clean stillness of Arrakis allowed warm light to flood over the wrinkled landscape Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a sudden deluge of brightness and rising heat. The white sun lurched above the horizon, without much precursor glow in the arid air.