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Work has been crazy. The car situation has been crazy. Everything has been so crazy.
I was reading last night, and I came across this. The Dark Tower, book VII in The Dark Tower series by Stephen King.
"I had a dream last night, so I did," said Sheemie of Mejis, whose life had once been saved by three young gunslingers from Gilead. "I dreamed I was back at the Traveller's Rest, only Coral wasn't there, nor Stanley, nor Pettie, nor Sheb- him that used to play the pianer. There was nobbut me, and i was moppin the floor and singing 'Careless Love.' Then the batwings screeked, so they did, they had this funny sound they made..."
Jake saw that Roland was nodding, a trace of a smile on his lips.
"I looked up," Sheemie resumed, "and in come this boy." His eyes shifted briefly to Jake, then back to the mouth of the cave. "He looked like you, young sai, so he did, close enough to be twim. But his face were covert wi' blood and one of his eye'n were pokin out, spoiling his pretty, and he walked all a-limp. Looked like death, he did, and frighten't me terrible, and made me sad to see him, too. I just kept moppin, thinkin that if I did that he might not never mind me, or even see me at all, and go away."
Jake realized he knew this tale. Had he seen it? Had he actually been that bloody boy?
"But he looked right at you..." Roland murmered, still a-hunker, still looking out into the gloom.
"Aye, Will Dearborn that was, right at me, so he did, and said 'Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and-'"
"And kept me in better days," Eddie murmured. A tear fell from one of his eyes and made a dark spot on the floor of the cave.
"'-And kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? I have only loved you for your beauty as you once loved me for mine in the days before the world moved on. Now you scar me with nails and put burning drops of quicksilver in my nose; you have set the animals on me, so you have, and they have eaten of my softest parts. Around me the can-toi gather and there's no peace from their laughter. Yet still I love you and would serve you and even bring the magic again, if you would allow me, for that is how my heart was cast when I rose from the Prim. And once I was strong as well as beautiful, but now my strength is almost gone.'"
"You cried," Susannah said, and Jake thought: Of course he did. He was crying himself. So was Ted; So was Dinky Earnshaw. Only Roland was dry-eyed, and the gunslinger was pale, so pale.
"He wept," said Sheemie (tears were rolling down his cheeks and he told his dream), "and I did, too, for I could see that he had been fair as daylight. He Said, 'If the torture were to stop now, I might still recover- if never my looks, then at least my strength-'"
"'My kes,'" Jake said, and although he'd never heard the word before he pronounced it correctly, almost as if it were kiss.
"'-and my kes. But another week... or maybe five days... or even three... and it will be too late. Even if the torture stops, I'll die. And you'll die too, for when love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.' Then the boy turned and went out. The batwing door made its same sound. Skree-eek."
I think it may be the most beautiful thing I have ever read.
I was reading last night, and I came across this. The Dark Tower, book VII in The Dark Tower series by Stephen King.
"I had a dream last night, so I did," said Sheemie of Mejis, whose life had once been saved by three young gunslingers from Gilead. "I dreamed I was back at the Traveller's Rest, only Coral wasn't there, nor Stanley, nor Pettie, nor Sheb- him that used to play the pianer. There was nobbut me, and i was moppin the floor and singing 'Careless Love.' Then the batwings screeked, so they did, they had this funny sound they made..."
Jake saw that Roland was nodding, a trace of a smile on his lips.
"I looked up," Sheemie resumed, "and in come this boy." His eyes shifted briefly to Jake, then back to the mouth of the cave. "He looked like you, young sai, so he did, close enough to be twim. But his face were covert wi' blood and one of his eye'n were pokin out, spoiling his pretty, and he walked all a-limp. Looked like death, he did, and frighten't me terrible, and made me sad to see him, too. I just kept moppin, thinkin that if I did that he might not never mind me, or even see me at all, and go away."
Jake realized he knew this tale. Had he seen it? Had he actually been that bloody boy?
"But he looked right at you..." Roland murmered, still a-hunker, still looking out into the gloom.
"Aye, Will Dearborn that was, right at me, so he did, and said 'Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and-'"
"And kept me in better days," Eddie murmured. A tear fell from one of his eyes and made a dark spot on the floor of the cave.
"'-And kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? I have only loved you for your beauty as you once loved me for mine in the days before the world moved on. Now you scar me with nails and put burning drops of quicksilver in my nose; you have set the animals on me, so you have, and they have eaten of my softest parts. Around me the can-toi gather and there's no peace from their laughter. Yet still I love you and would serve you and even bring the magic again, if you would allow me, for that is how my heart was cast when I rose from the Prim. And once I was strong as well as beautiful, but now my strength is almost gone.'"
"You cried," Susannah said, and Jake thought: Of course he did. He was crying himself. So was Ted; So was Dinky Earnshaw. Only Roland was dry-eyed, and the gunslinger was pale, so pale.
"He wept," said Sheemie (tears were rolling down his cheeks and he told his dream), "and I did, too, for I could see that he had been fair as daylight. He Said, 'If the torture were to stop now, I might still recover- if never my looks, then at least my strength-'"
"'My kes,'" Jake said, and although he'd never heard the word before he pronounced it correctly, almost as if it were kiss.
"'-and my kes. But another week... or maybe five days... or even three... and it will be too late. Even if the torture stops, I'll die. And you'll die too, for when love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.' Then the boy turned and went out. The batwing door made its same sound. Skree-eek."
I think it may be the most beautiful thing I have ever read.