Jamis was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors… and bowling, and as a wormrider he explored the dunes of Southern Arrakis, from Tabr to Umbu and… up to… Gara Kulon. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Shai Halud, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Arrakeen, at Ix, at Bela Teugeuse. These young men gave their lives. And so would Jamis. Jamis, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Jamis Karabozoz, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal water to the bosom of the catchbasin, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.

Sardaukar!.. Fuck me. I mean, say what you want about the tenets of Orange Catholicism, Muad’Dude, at least it’s an ethos.

Far out man.

Do you want a ghola? I can get you a ghola, there are ways Leto, you don’t want know.

Listen lady, I got good buddies that died face down in the sand so we could enjoy these freedoms!

The spice is not the issue

Maude Dib

@kylekatarn

The Oat Sodas must flow…