"Frank Herbert - Dune 4 - God Emporer of Dune" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

prevent this. That's what he means by "give up the initiative." He wants to
crush them, suppress them, control them, prevent them. He is living proof that
there is little difference between the police mind and the military mind.
I told him, "Radicals are only to be feared when you try to suppress them. You
must demonstrate that you will use the best of what they offer."
"They are dangerous. They are dangerous!" He thinks that by repeating he creates
some kind of truth.
Slowly, step by step, I lead him through my method and he even gives the
appearance of listening.
"This is their weakness, Duncan. Radicals always .see matters in terms which are
too simple-black and white, good and evil, them and us. By addressing complex
matters in that way, they rip open a passage for chaos. The art of government as
you call it, is the mastery of chaos."
"No one can deal with every surprise."
"Surprise? Who's talking about surprise? Chaos is no surprise. It has
predictable characteristics. For one thing, it carries away order and
strengthens the forces at the extremes."
"Isn't that what radicals are trying to do? Aren't they trying to shake things
up so they can grab control?"
"That's what they think they're doing. Actually, they're creating new
extremists, new radicals and they are continuing the old process."
"What about a radical who sees the complexities and comes at you that way?"
"That's no radical. That's a rival for leadership."
"But what do you do?"
"You co-opt them or kill them. That's how the struggle for leadership
originated, at the grunt level."
"Yes, but what about messiahs?"
"Like my father?"
The Duncan does not like this question. He knows that in a very special way I am
my father. He knows I can speak with my father's voice and persona, that the
memories are precise, never edited and inescapable.
Reluctantly, he says: "Well. . . if you want."
"Duncan, I am all of them and I know. There has never been a truly selfless
rebel, just hypocrites-conscious hypocrites or unconscious hypocrites, it's all
the .same."
That stirs up a small hornet's nest among my ancestral memories. Some of them
have never given up the belief that they and they alone held the key to all of
humankind's problems. Well, in that, they are like me. I can sympathize even
while I tell them that failure is its own demonstration.
I am forced to block them off, though. There's no sense dwelling on them. They
now are little more than poignant reminders . . . as is this Duncan who stands
in front of me with his lasgun . . . .
Great Gods below! He has caught me napping. He has the lasgun in his hand and it
is pointed at my face.
"You, Duncan'? Have you betrayed me, too?"
Et tu, Brute?
Every fiber of Leto's awareness came to full alert. He could feel his body
twitching. The worm-flesh had a will of its own.
Idaho spoke with derision: "Tell me, Leto: How many times must I pay the debt of
loyalty?"