You ask my why I hated Gallinger so in A ROSE FOR ECCLESIASTES. The answer is that I hated him because he was me. Once in my life I let a beautiful thing die, and now it can never be. Details are not important, in that they would add nothing. The story says what it must and stands or falls on its own merits. But you're right in your observation that it's a sad story, despite the fact that you felt crushed and even cheated. Life is full of these things, and one of them motivated this tale. I didn't want it to end that way, but it had to, because he was me. I felt pain along with him. He was a better linguist than I, and a better poet. He was a very good, misunderstood man. There is a sequel to the story which I will never write, where he goes back to Mars some years later. It is much sadder, believe me, and he doesn't deserve to be put through those paces. He's suffered enough. But sometimes things happen this way, and all that you can say is, "Look. This is the way things are." That's all.
За ссылку спасибо timofeikoryakin.
Гэллинджер, вернувшийся на Марс, - типичный сюжет Джорджа "Not-done-yet" Мартина (так что даже собственно "Роза" для него необязательна - максимум как флэшбек: потеря - это только начало, а не финал).
Неудивительно, что Мартин так сдружился с Желязны.