There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. ``Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''
Roland Deschain finally reaches his Tower. And who else can be Roland other than Mr. Clint Eastwood? Nobody, that's who. Painter X, wacom tablet, with reference.