von Roland_Deschain » Mo 20.Sep.2004 13:37
Hier kommt, was der Autor uns Lesern zu sagen hat, BEVOR er die letzten Seiten (und Geheimnisse) preisgibt. Es sind wahre Worte, und vielleicht sollte man sie beherzigen. Ich habe es nicht getan, jedenfalls nicht länger als eine Stunde. So lange hat er mich abgehalten, aber dann wollte ich das endgültige Ende wissen.
Was die Story direkt betrifft, habe ich als Spoiler markiert. Wer das liest, ist selber Schuld, auch wenn man sich wahrscheinlich keinen Reim draus machen kann. Es verwirrt wahrscheinlich mehr, als es verrät, aber ich würde es trotzdem lieber nicht lesen.
FOUND
(CODA)
I've told my tale all the way to the end, and am satisfied. It was (I set my watch and warrant on it) the kind only a good God would save for last, full of monsters and marvels and voyaging here and there. I can stop now, put my pen down, and rest my weary hand (although perhaps not forever; the hand that tells the tales has a mind of its own, and a way of growing restless). I can close my eyes to Mid-World and all that lies beyond Mid-World. Yet some of you who have provided the ears without which no tale can survive a single day are likely not so willing. You are the grim, goaloriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination now matter how many times it has been proven to you. You are the unfortunate ones whi still get the lovemaking all confused with the paltry squirt that comes to end the lovemaking (the orgasm is, after all, God's way of telling us we've finished, at least for the time being, and should go to sleep). You are the cruel ones who deny the Grey Havens, where tired characters go to rest. You say you want to know how it all comes out. You say you want [spoiler]to follow Roland into the Tower[/spoiler]; you say that is what you paid you money for, the show you came to see.
I hope most of you know better. Want better. I hope you came to hear the tale, and not just munch your way through the pages to the ending. For an ending, you only have to turn to the last page and see what is there writ upon. But endings are heartless. An ending is a closed door no man (or Manni) can open. I've written many, but most only for the same reason that I pull on my pants in the morning before leaving the bedroom - because it is the custom of the country.
And so, my dear Constant Reader, I tell you this: You can stop here. You can let your last memory be of [spoiler]seeing Eddie, Susannah, and Jake in Central Park, together again for the first time, listening to the children's choir sing 'What Child Is This'. You can be content in the knowledge that sooner or later Oy (probably a canine version with a long neck, odd goldringed eyes, and a bark that sometimes sound eerily like speech) will also enter the picture.[/spoiler] That's a pretty picture, isn't it? I think so. And pretty close to happily ever after, too. Close enough for government work, as Eddie would say.
Should you go on, you will surely be disappointed, perhaps even heartbroken. I have one key left on my belt, but all it opens is that final door, the one marked [spoiler]UNFOUND [/spoiler]. What's behind it won't improve your lovelife, grow hair on your bald spot, or add five years to your natural span (not even five minutes). There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal 'Once upon a time.'
Endings are heartless.
Ending is just Another word for goodbye.