Originally Posted by
Adumbros
better yet...
Roland gets to the top, opens the door, and encounters...
Robert Browning.
"who the fuck are you?" sez Rol.
RB proceeds to inform Roland that he is nothing more than a component of complementary parts, being created by he, Browning, and fantasized by King.
"you mean he fucking LIED to me?" Roland cries. "He didn't make me? What the hell-?"
RB tells him he is a conglomerate of his, Browning's, character; Clint Eastwood, Travis McGee, and King's own childish visual fantasy of himself.
upon which, he slams the door in Roland's face, leaving him in an echoing torpor mausoleum reverberating with Hole's "Doll Parts."