“THEN LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And there was light, crashing in on him like a hammer, a great and primordial light. Shaken and alone, enwrapt in the darkness, terrified of an ultimate meaning rushing at him, he gathered himself and uttered the final answer on that subject: “NEVER!”.You kill me no more than you kill yourself. You progress, gunslinger! Oh, how I envy you. Walter O'Dim's line in the edition of the story in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Vol.Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
Variant: Only enemies speak the truth.Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?"īut the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. Perhaps they only looked for a Jesus to heal them, raise them Lazarus-like from the darkness.Verse of the Manni Folk that Roland remembers while on Mescaline.Beyond the reach of human range, a drop of hell, a touch of strange.The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would someday come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.Cort, to Roland after being defeated by him.“ Given time, words may even enchant an enchanter. Let it become dark.” He smiled grotesquely. There are those who will carry both.” His eyes flicked over the gunslinger’s shoulder. “ Let the word and the legend go before you.Somewhere ahead, it waited for him-the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size. Rolands musings on the social state of his lost civilisation.Hollow grandeur in place of true passions which might once have built kingdoms and sustained them.An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions.Go then, there are other worlds than these.The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.Despite a tremendous increase in available facts, there were remarkably few insights.
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