I'm currently reading Frank Herbert's "Dune" for the first time.
I was struck by this passage. It comes right after the Reverend Mother has tested Paul Atreides. She is talking with him.
"๐ข๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ."
How apropos seventy years later.

