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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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