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long yellow rectangles onto the snow。 The gate at the foot of the drive was 
locked and he dismounted after a wary look around; praying he hadn't lost his 
keys when he pulled his lighter out of his pocket 。。。 no; they were there。 He 
picked through them in the bright light thrown by the snowmobile headlamp。 He 
found the right one and unsnapped the padlock; letting it drop into the snow。 At 
first he didn't think he was going to be able to move the gate anyway; he pawed 
frantically at the snow surrounding it; disregarding the throbbing agony in his 
head and the fear that one of the other lions might be creeping up behind him。 
He managed to pull it a foot and a half away from the gatepost; squeezed into 
the gap; and pushed。 He got it to move another two feet; enough room for the 
snowmobile; and threaded it through。 
  He became aware of movement ahead of him in the dark。 The hedge animals; all 
of them; were clustered at the base of the Overlook's steps; guarding the way 
in; the way out。 The lions prowled。 The dog stood with its front paws on the 
first step。 
  Hallorann opened the throttle wide and the snowmobile leaped forward; puffing 
snow up behind it。 In the caretaker's apartment; Jack Torrance's head jerked 
around at the high; wasplike buzz of the approaching engine; and suddenly began 
to move laboriously toward the hallway again。 The bitch wasn't important now。 
The bitch could wait。 Now it was this dirty nigger's turn。 This dirty; 
interfering nigger with his nose in where it didn't belong。 First him and then 
his son。 He would show them。 He would show them that 。。。 that he 。。。 that he 
was of managerial timber! 
  Outside; the snowmobile rocketed along faster and faster。 The hotel seemed to 
surge toward it。 Snow flew in Hallorann's face。 The headlamp's oning glare 
spotlighted the hedge shepherd's face; its blank and socketless eyes。 
  Then it shrank away; leaving an opening。 Hallorann yanked at the snowmobile's 
steering gear with all his remaining strength; and it kicked around in a sharp 
semicircle; throwing up clouds of snow; threatening to tip over。 The rear end 
struck the foot of the porch steps and rebounded。 Hallorann was off in a flash 


 
 
and running up the steps。 He stumbled; fell; picked himself up。 The dog was 
growling — again in his head — close behind him。 Something ripped at the shoulder 
of the parka and then he was on the porch; standing in the narrow corridor Jack 
had shoveled through the snow; and safe。 They were too big to fit in here。 
  He reached the big double doors which gave on the lobby and dug for his keys 
again。 While he was getting them he tried the knob and it turned freely。 He 
pushed his way in。 
  〃Danny!〃 he cried hoarsely。 〃Danny; where are you?〃 
  Silence came back。 
  His eyes traveled across the lobby to the foot of the wide stairs and a harsh 
gasp escaped him。 The rug was splashed and matted with blood。 There was a scrap 
of pink terrycloth robe。 The trail of blood led up the stairs。 The banister was 
also splashed with it。 
  〃Oh Jesus;〃 he muttered; and raised his voice again。 
  〃Danny! DANNY!〃 
  The hotel's silence seemed to mock him with echoes which were almost there; 
sly and oblique。 
  (Danny? Who's Danny? Anybody here know a Danny? Danny; Danny; who's got the 
Danny? Anybody for a game of spin the Danny? Pin the tail on the Danny? Get out 
of here; black boy。 No one here knows Danny from Adam。) 
  Jesus; had he e through everything just to be too late? Had it been done? 
  He ran up the stairs two at a time and stood at the top of the first floor。 
The blood led down toward the caretaker's apartment。 Horror crept softly into 
his veins and into his brain as he began to walk toward the short hall。 The 
hedge animals had been bad; but this was worse。 In his heart he was already sure 
of what he was going to find when he got down there。 
  He was in no hurry to see it。 
  Jack had been hiding in the elevator when Hallorann came up the stairs。 Now he 
crept up behind the figure in the snowcoated parka; a blood… and gore…streaked 
phantom with a smile upon its face。 The roque mallet was lifted as high as the 
ugly; ripping pain in his back 
  (?? did the bitch stick me can't remember ??) 
  would allow。 
  〃Black boy;〃 he whispered。 〃I'll teach you to go sticking your nose in other 
people's business。〃 
  Hallorann heard the whisper and began to turn; to duck; and the roque mallet 
whistled down。 The hood of the parka matted the blow; but not enough。 A rocket 
exploded in his head; leaving a contrail of stars 。。。 and then nothing。 
  He staggered against the silk wallpaper and Jack hit him again; the roque 
mallet slicing sideways this time; shattering Hallorann's cheekbone and most of 
the teeth on the left side of his jaw。 He went down limply。 
  〃Now;〃 Jack whispered。 〃Now; by Christ〃 Where was Danny? He had business with 
his trespassing son。 
  Three minutes later the elevator door banged open on the shadowed third floor。 
Jack Torrance was in it alone。 The car had stopped only halfway into the doorway 
and he had to boost himself up onto the hall floor; wriggling painfully like a 
crippled thing。 He dragged the splintered roque mallet after him。 Outside the 
eaves; the wind howled and roared。 Jack's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets。 


 
 
There was blood and confetti in his hair。 
  His son was up here; up here somewhere。 He could feel it。 Left to his own 
devices; he might do anything: scribble on the expensive silk wallpaper with his 
crayons; deface the furnishings; break the windows。 He was a liar and a cheat 
and he would have to be chastised 。。。 harshly。 
  Jack Torrance struggled to his feet。 
  〃Danny?〃 he called。 〃Danny; e here a minute; will you? You've done 
something wrong and I want you to e and take your medicine like a man。 
Danny? Danny!〃 
 
 
 
 
   》 
 
 
     TONY 
 
 
  (Danny 。。。) 
  (Dannneee 。。。) 
  Darkness and hallways。 He was wandering through darkness and hallways that 
were like those which lay within the body of the hotel but were somehow 
different。 The silkpapered walls stretched up and up; and even when he craned 
his neck; Danny could not see the ceiling。 It was lost in dimness。 All the doors 
were locked; and they also rose up to dimness。 Below the peepholes (in these 
giant doors they were the size of gunsights); tiny skulls and crossbones had 
been bolted to each door instead of room numbers。 
  And somewhere; Tony was calling him。 
  (Dannneee 。。。) 
  There was a pounding noise; one he knew well; and hoarse shouts; faint with 
distance。 He could not make out word for word; but he knew the text well enough 
by now。 He had heard it before; in dreams and awake。 
  He paused; a little boy not yet three years out of diapers; and tried to 
decide where he was; where he might be。 There was fear; but it was a fear he 
could live with。 He had been afraid every day for two months now; to a degree 
that ranged from dull disquiet to outright; mind…bending terror。 This he could 
live with。 But he wanted to know why Tony had e; why he was making the sound 
of his name in this hall that was neither a part of real things nor of the 
dreamland where Tony sometimes showed him things。 Why; where —  
  〃Danny。〃 
  Far down the giant hallway; almost as tiny as Danny himself; was a dark 
figure。 Tony。 
  〃Where am I?〃 he called softly to Tony。 
  〃Sleeping;〃 Tony said。 〃Sleeping in your mommy and daddy's bedroom。〃 There was 
sadness in Tony's voice。 
  〃Danny;〃 Tony said。 〃Your mother is going to be badly hurt。 Perhaps killed。 


 
 
Mr。 Hallorann; too。〃 
  〃No!〃 
  He cried it out in a distant grief; a terror that seemed damped by these 
dreamy; dreary surroundings。 Nonetheless; death images came to him: dead frog 
plastered to the turnpike like a grisly stamp; Daddy's broken watch lying on top 
of a box of junk to be thrown out; gravestones with a dead person under every 
one; dead jay by the telephone pole; the cold junk Mommy scraped off the plates 
and down the dark maw of the garbage disposal。 
  Yet he could not equate these simple symbols with the shifting plex reality 

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