"Come, come, come. You progress, gunslinger! Oh, how I envy you. We make great magic together, you and I. You… — Stephen King
"Come, come, come. You progress, gunslinger! Oh, how I envy you. We make great magic together, you and I. You kill me no more than you kill yourself. Mother-may-I? Yes-you-may."
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The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Shaken and alone, enwrapt in the darkness, terrified of an ultimate meaning rushing at him, he gathered himself and uttered the final answer on that subject: “NEVER!”“THEN LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And there was light, crashing in on him like a hammer, a great and primordial light.
Go then, there are other worlds than these.
