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“Long days and pleasant nights, stranger.” “And may you have twice the number.”
Whatever else God willed was ka’s business, not his.
He is too young to have learned to hate himself yet, but that seed is already there; given time, it will grow, and bear bitter fruit.
Yes, three is mystic. Three stands at the heart of your quest. Another number comes later. Now the number is three.
The first is young, dark-haired. He stands on the brink of robbery and murder. A demon has infested him. The name of the demon is HEROIN.
The boy is your gate to the man in black. The man in black is your gate to the three. The three are your way to the Dark Tower.
Marten is no more. The man in black has eaten his soul. This you know.
The boy spoke at last, and with seeming reluctance. “She was your mother?” “Aye. Gabrielle-of-the-Waters, daughter of Alan, wife of Steven, mother of Roland.”
“Go then. There are other worlds than these.”
He fled the light and the knowledge the light implied, and so came back to himself. Even so do the rest of us; even so the best of us.
Few if any seemed to have grasped the truest principle of reality: new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.
Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.
