Hi, wie der Threadtitel es schon sagt, lesen auf eigene Gefahr. Auch wenn diese Auszüge keine entscheidenden Sachen verraten, so verraten sie doch einige Interessanten Dinge:
Walter did not realize he had held onto some dim hope of escape even with the loathsome thing before him, reared up, the eyes staring at him with dull avidity while the mouth drooled, until he heard for the first time in a thousand years the name a boy from a farm in Delain had once answered to: Walter Padick. Walter, son of Sam the Miller in the Easter'd Barony. He who had run away at thirteen, had been raped in the ass by another wanderer a year later and yet somehow withstood the temptation to go crawling back home. Instead he had moved on towards his destiny.
Walter Padick.
At the sound of that voice, the man who had sometimes called himself Marten, Richard Fannin, Rudin Filaro, and Randall Flagg (among a great many others), gave over all hope except for the hope of dying well.
Hier noch ein Auszug die Brecher betreffend:
"...And it's like that here. If the Breakers united, they could make a mental hammer that'd knock Prentiss and The Weasel and the taheen and the can-toi all the way into the next galaxy. Instead, there's no one but me, Stanley, and everyone's favorite super-breaker, the totally eventual Mr. Theodore Brautigan of Milford, Connecticut. Harvard Class of '20, Drama Society, Debate Club, editor of The Crimson, and -of course!- Phi Beta Crapper."
"Can we trust you three? Roland asked. The question sounded deceptively idle, little more than a time-passer.
Alte Bekannte...:
Sai Earnshaw?" the taheen asked.
Dinky looked up, eyebrows raised in polite enquiry. His face, studded with a case of bad acne, bore the same polite no expression.
"I see you are reading The Magus," Finli said, almost shyly. "I myself am reading The Collector. Quite a coincidence!"
"If you say so," Dinky replied. His expression didn't change.
"I wonder what you think of Fowles? I am quite busy right now, but perhaps later we can discuss him."
Still wearing that politely expresionless expression, Dinky Earnshaw said, "Perhaps later you could take your copy of The Collector -hardcover, I hope- and stick it up your furry ass. Sideways."
Finli's hopeful smile disappeared. He gave a small but perfectly correct bow. "I'm sorry you feel that way, sai."
"The fuck outta here," Dinky said, and opened his book again. He raised it pointedly before his face.
Zu guter letzt noch ein Auszug PD betreffend, und, nein, ich habe keine Ahnung wer **************** sein soll, nur so eine Vermutung
"Don't you worry," Susannah said-Detta was gone again, probably worn out from all that nice."He's not going to get you, Patrick, he's as dead as a doornail, dead as a stone in the river. Now I want you to do something for me. I want you to open your mouth."
Patrick shook his head at once. There was fear in his eyes again, but something else she hated to see even more. It was shame.
"Yes, Patrick, yes. Open your mouth."
He shook his head violently, his greasy long hair whipping from side to side like the head of a mop.
Roland said, "what-"
"hush," she told him."Open your mouth, Patrick, and show us. Then we'll take you out of here and you'll never have to be down here again. Never have to be *******************'s dinner again."
Patrick looked at her, pleading, but Susannah only looked back at him. At last he closed his eyes and slowly opened his mouth. His teeth were there, but his tongue was not. At some point, ******************* must have tired of his prisoner's voice-or the words it articulated, anyway-and had pulled it out.
So, daß ganze gibt meiner Meinung nach genügend Gesprächsstoff, haut rein, und sagt nicht ich hätte euch vorher nicht gewarnt!
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