"I've had a bellyful of the god and priest business! You think I don't see my
own mythos? Consult your data once more, Hayt. I've insinuated my rites into the
most elementary human acts. The people eat in the name of Muad'dib! They make
love in my name, are born in my name -- cross the street in my name. A roof beam
cannot be raised in the lowliest hovel of far Gangishree without invoking the
blessing of Muad'dib!"