“If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless
creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps
bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell’s own price in the end,
but what if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, actually storm the
Dark Tower and win it? If there is naught but darkness in your heart, what could you do
except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one’s object as a beast would only be
bitterly comic, like giving a magnifying glass to anelephaunt. But to gain one’s object as a
monster . . .
Topayhell is one thing. But do you want to ownit?
He thought of Allie, and of the girl who had once waited for him at the window, thought of
the tears he had shed over Cuthbert’s lifeless corpse. Oh, then he had loved. Yes. Then.
I do want to love! He cried, but although Eddie was also crying a little now with the woman
in the wheelchair, the Gunslinger’s eyes remained as dry as the desert he had crossed to reach this sunless sea.”
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