The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death. An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. Coaches and buckas had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied.The gunslinger had been struck by a momentary dizziness, a kind of yawing sensation that made the entire world seem ephemeral, almost a thing that could be looked through. It passed and, like the world upon whose hide he walked, he moved on. He passed the miles stolidly, not hurrying, not loafing. A hide waterbag was slung around his middle like a bloated sausage. It was almost full. He had progressed through the khef over many years, and had reached perhaps the fifth level. Had he been a Manni holy man, he might not have even been thirsty; he could have watched his own body dehydrate with clinical, detached attention, watering its crevices and dark inner hollows only when his logic told him it must be done. He was not a Manni, however, nor a follower of the Man Jesus, and considered himself in no way holy. He was just an ordinary pilgrim, in other words, and all he could say with real certainty was that he was thirsty. And even so, he had no particular urge to drink. In a vague way, all this pleased him. It was what the country required...
Re: "La Torre Oscura" de Stephen King
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Bueno, estoy releyendo la primera novela, en su versión "extendida". No me acordaba de muchos detalles, como de los guiños a grupos musicales, o quizá no los aprecié porque estaba leyendo la traducción.
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), y no eres el único a quien cansa ese comienzo. En mi caso lo que me engancha es la descripción de ese mundo que se parece al nuestro pero no es el nuestro. No sé si recomendarte que leas en diagonal (no me gusta recomendar algo que no hago) y que opines al terminarlo... 
. Lo terminaré y daré una oportunidad al segundo.
