A horn-player greets his fate
John Kerrigan, 1 September 1983
“... At the climax of Browning’s strangest poem, a horn-player greets his fate undaunted by Death or Middle English Philology. Weary of questing and pestered by visions, Childe Roland reaches the Dark Tower with the names of fallen comrades ringing in his ears. The hills encircle him like sprawling giants. His death seems certain – And yetDauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,And blew ... ”