sk.thegunslinger-第39章

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ave　already　been　written。
But　what　of　the　gunslinger's　murky　past？　God；　I　know　so　little。　The　revolution　that　topples　the　gunslinger's　〃world　of　light〃？　I　don't　know。　Roland's　final　confrontation　with　Marten；　who　seduces　his　mother　and　kills　his　father？　Don't　know。　The　deaths　of　Roland's　patriots；　Cuthbert　and　Jamie；　or　his　adventures　during　the　years　between　his　ing　of　age　and　his　first　appearance　to　us　in　the　desert？
I　don't　know　that；　either。　And　there's　this　girl；　Susan。　Who　is　she？　Don't　know。
Except　somewhere　inside；　I　do。　Somewhere　inside　I　know　all　of　those　things；　and　there　is　no　need　of　an　argument；　or　a　synopsis；　or　an　outline　（outlines　are　the　last　resource　of　bad　fiction　writers　who　wish　to　God　they　were　writing　masters'　theses）。　When　it's　time；　those　things　and　their　relevance　to　the　gunslinger's　questwill　roll　out　as　naturally　as　tears　or　laughter。　And　if　they　never　get　around　to　rolling　out；　well；　as　Confucius　once　said；　five　hundred　million　Red　Chinese　don't　give　a　shit。
I　do　know　this：　at　some　point；　at　some　magic　time；　there　will　be　a　purple　evening　（an　evening　made　for　romance！）　when　Roland　will　e　to　his　dark　tower；　and　approach　it；　winding　his　horn。。；　and　if　I　should　ever　get　there；　you'll　be　the　first　to　know。
Stephen　King
Bangor；　Maine



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