by Frank Herbert

[francis_drake]

    "Are you still there, Duncan?"
    "Yes."
    So I still have a voice.
    "Look at me," Leto said. "I was a bloody bit of pulp in a human womb, a bit no larger than a cherry. Look at me, I say!"
    "I'm looking." Idaho's voice was faint.
    "You expected a giant and you found a gnome," Leto said. "Now, you're beginning to know the responsibilities which come as a result of actions. What will you do with your new power, Duncan?"
    There was a long silence, then Siona's voice: "Don't listen to him! He was mad!"
    "Of course," Leto said. "Madness in method, that is genius."
    "Siona, do you understand this?" Idaho asked. How plaintive, the ghola voice.
    "She understands," Leto said. "It is human to have your soul brought to a crisis you did not anticipate. That's the way it always is with humans. Moneo understood at last."
    "I wish he'd hurry up and die!" Siona said.
    "I am the divided god and you would make me whole," Leto said. "Duncan? I think of all my Duncans I approve of you the most."