The Wind through the Keyhole (The Dark Tower, #4.5)

by Stephen King

‘Not to drink, not to wash, although we could do either, if we wanted to.’ ‘You’re joking, sai! It’s foul!’ ‘The world is foul, young Tim, but we build up a resistance, don’t we? We breathe its air, eat its food, do its doings. Yes. Yes, we do.