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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.
The gunslinger watched him for a brief time, thinking of his own boyhood, which usually seemed to have happened to another person—to a person who had leaped through some fabulous lens of time to become someone else—but
only a shadowy conception of the future and of his own emotional make-up saved him from being a man without imagination,
Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.
