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| 32 | 176 | View more quotes about misk">Misk seemed to straighten himself, his antennae waved about wildly, every fiber of his body seemed to shiver. |
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| 32 | 173 | "I think I understand," I cried, "but you must resist!" "Would you have us die working at a hopeless task," asked Misk, "die like fools deprived of the final Pleasures of the Golden Beetle?" "Yes!" I cried. |
| 32 | 174 | "It is not the way of Priest-Kings," said Misk. |
| 32 | 175 | "Let it be the way of Priest-Kings!" I cried. |
| 32 | 176 | Misk seemed to straighten himself, his antennae waved about wildly, every fiber of his body seemed to shiver. |
| 32 | 177 | He stood shuddering in the drifting rock dust, amid the crashings of distant rocks. |
| 32 | 178 | He surveyed the humans gathered about him, the heavy golden hemisphere of the approaching Beetle. |
| 32 | 179 | "Drive it away," came from Misk's translator. |