WHO: Roland Deschain and OPEN WHAT: Really, really trying to read a history of this place WHERE: The library WHEN: Wednesday morning STATUS: OPEN/ONGOING WARNINGS: TBD, likely none
Roland had been here nearly two months now, and that time had not all been good. Actually, much of it had come with lectures and insults that he didn't quite understand - he still wasn't sure what it was he'd done wrong, say true. He knew there were those here who held his high birth against him (what a strange idea), and those who insisted that he was trying to live by the rules of his world in a world that wasn't his. This argument made Roland's head hurt. Because wasn't that exactly what they were trying to do? He hadn't met anyone yet who was abiding completely by the rules and morals of Madison Valley, so he hadn't, and yet he didn't see others called out for it as often as he had been.
It hardly seemed fair.
Of course, live wasn't fair, and he'd known that for a proper long time now.
So, in the name of diplomacy, he'd made his way to the library and with some help, located a book titled The History of the United States. He would learn their history, and their rules, and their ways, so he would, and then they'd not be able to tell him that he was living so far apart.
He'd been there a little more than an hour, and had only made it through one page. His head ached, and he kept pinching the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to ease it. He'd 'read' the Dark Tower books, aye, but he hadn't told Cuthbert that a great deal of it had been done with the help of...what did they call them? Audio books? And that he had tried to read along as he could. The low speech still looked a mystery to him as he looked at it, only able to pick out a word or two as he moved along more slowly than a child.
It was frustrating, but Roland Deschain was not a quitter, and he kept at it, writing down the words he knew, and trying to make sense of them. After another hour of it, he closed his eyes tightly, closed the book, and leaned his head on it.
"Why can't they write these in a proper language?" he cried.