Understand, we all love our Ariste, ever since she was a precocious young thing stealing books, far ahead of her age, from her parents’ private library like a saucy little magpie. But blessed be, that girl could talk to you about your favorite subject ‘till you contemplate suicide. I can think of only one time Ariste was at a loss for words.
You know of what I speak. The forthcoming nuptial. Atreides and Harkonnen peacefully gathered. Ariste and her betrothed. Feyd-Rautha was all charm that day. Then… the spectacle. Feyd makes a big show of fighting a Salusan Bull in honor of the Old Duke. Yeah…
What that man did to that animal… I’ll never profane anyone’s ears by putting it to words. Poor Ajax puked up his own guts, and that man is a butcher! Hmm… No. No, I don’t think I can finish my supper now. Goodnight.