The Shining 原版小说-第38部分

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　　Edmonds　smiled　a　little。　〃And　Danny　himself　told　me　that　Tony　often　showed　him　
things　that　never　occurred。　Visions　based　on　faulty　perception；　that's　all。　
Danny　is　doing　subconsciously　what　these　so…called　mystics　and　mind　readers　do　
quite　consciously　and　cynically。　I　admire　him　for　it。　If　life　doesn't　cause　him　
to　retract　his　antennae；　I　think　he'll　be　quite　a　man。〃　
　　Wendy　nodded　—　of　course　she　thought　Danny　would　be　quite　a　man　—　but　the　
doctor's　explanation　struck　her　as　glib。　It　tasted　more　like　margarine　than　
butter。　Edmonds　had　not　lived　with　them。　He　had　not　been　there　when　Danny　found　
lost　buttons；　told　her　that　maybe　the　TV　Guide　was　under　the　bed；　that　he　
thought　he　better　wear　his　rubbers　to　nursery　school　even　though　the　sun　was　out　
。。。　and　later　that　day　they　had　walked　home　under　her　umbrella　through　the　
pouring　rain。　Edmonds　couldn't　know　of　the　curious　way　Danny　had　of　preguessing　
them　both。　She　would　decide　to　have　an　unusual　evening　cup　of　tea；　go　out　in　the　
kitchen　and　find　her　cup　out　with　a　tea　bag　in　it。　She　would　remember　that　the　
books　were　due　at　the　library　and　find　them　all　neatly　piled　up　on　the　hall　
table；　her　library　card　on　top。　Or　Jack　would　take　it　into　his　head　to　wax　the　
Volkswagen　and　find　Danny　already　out　there；　listening　to　tinny　top…forty　music　
on　his　crystal　radio　as　he　sat　on　the　curb　to　watch。　
　　Aloud　she　said；　〃Then　why　the　nightmares　now？　Why　did　Tony　tell　him　to　lock　
the　bathroom　door？〃　
　　〃I　believe　it's　because　Tony　has　outlived　his　usefulness；〃　Edmonds　said。　〃He　
was　born　—　Tony；　not　Danny　—　at　a　time　when　you　and　your　husband　were　straining　to　
keep　your　marriage　together。　Your　husband　was　drinking　too　much。　There　was　the　
incident　of　the　broken　arm。　The　ominous　quiet　between　you。〃　
　　Ominous　quiet；　yes；　that　phrase　was　the　real　thing；　anyway。　The　stiff；　tense　
meals　where　the　only　conversation　had　been　please　pass　the　butter　or　Danny；　eat　
the　rest　of　your　carrots　or　may　I　be　excused；　please。　The　nights　when　Jack　was　
gone　and　she　had　lain　down；　dry…eyed；　on　the　couch　while　Danny　watched　TV。　The　
mornings　when　she　and　Jack　had　stalked　around　each　other　like　two　angry　cats　
with　a　quivering；　frightened　mouse　between　them。　It　all　rang　true；　
　　（dear　God；　do　old　scars　ever　stop　hurting？）　
　　horribly；　horribly　true。　
　　Edmonds　resumed；　〃But　things　have　changed。　You　know；　schizoid　behavior　is　a　
pretty　mon　thing　in　children。　It's　accepted；　because　all　we　adults　have　this　
unspoken　agreement　that　children　are　lunatics。　They　have　invisible　friends。　They　
may　go　and　sit　in　the　closet　when　they're　depressed；　withdrawing　from　the　world。　
They　attach　talismanic　importance　to　a　special　blanket；　or　a　teddy　bear；　or　a　
stuffed　tiger。　They　suck　their　thumbs。　When　an　adult　sees　things　that　aren't　
there；　we　consider　him　ready　for　the　rubber　room。　When　a　child　says　he's　seen　a　
troll　in　his　bedroom　or　a　vampire　outside　the　window；　we　simply　smile　
indulgently。　We　have　a　one…sentence　explanation　that　explains　the　whole　range　of　
such　phenomena　in　children　—　〃　
　　〃He'll　grow　out　of　it；〃　Jack　said。　
　　Edmonds　blinked。　〃My　very　words；〃　he　said。　〃Yes。　Now　I　would　guess　that　Danny　
was　in　a　pretty　good　position　to　develop　a　full…fledged　psychosis。　Unhappy　home　
life；　a　big　imagination；　the　invisible　friend　who　was　so　real　to　him　that　he　
nearly　became　real　to　you。　Instead　of　‘growing　out　of'　his　childhood　


　
　
schizophrenia；　he　might　well　have　grown　into　it。〃　
　　〃And　bee　autistic？〃　Wendy　asked。　She　had　read　about　autism。　The　word　itself　
frightened　her；　it　sounded　like　dread　and　white　silence。　
　　〃Possible　but　not　necessarily。　He　might　simply　have　entered　Tony's　world　
someday　and　never　e　back　to　what　he　calls　‘real　things。'　〃　
　　〃God；〃　Jack　said。　
　　〃But　now　the　basic　situation　has　changed　drastically。　Mr。　Torrance　no　longer　
drinks。　You　are　in　a　new　place　where　conditions　have　forced　the　three　of　you　
into　a　tighter　family　unit　than　ever　before　—　certainly　tighter　than　my　own；　
where　my　wife　and　kids　may　see　me　for　only　two　or　three　hours　a　day。　To　my　mind；　
he　is　in　the　perfect　healing　situation。　And　I　think　the　very　fact　that　he　is　
able　to　differentiate　so　sharply　between　Tony's　world　and　‘real　things'　says　a　
lot　about　the　fundamentally　healthy　state　of　his　mind。　He　says　that　you　two　are　
no　longer　considering　divorce。　Is　he　as　right　as　I　think　he　is？〃　
　　〃Yes；〃　Wendy　said；　and　Jack　squeezed　her　hand　tightly；　almost　painfully。　She　
squeezed　back。　
　　Edmonds　nodded。　〃He　really　doesn't　need　Tony　anymore。　Danny　is　flushing　him　
out　of　his　system。　Tony　no　longer　brings　pleasant　visions　but　hostile　nightmares　
that　are　too　frightening　for　him　to　remember　except　fragmentarily。　He　
internalized　Tony　during　a　difficult　—　desperate　—　life　situation；　and　Tony　is　not　
leaving　easily。　But　he　is　leaving。　Your　son　is　a　little　like　a　junkie　kicking　
the　habit。〃　
　　He　stood　up；　and　the　Torrances　stood　also。　
　　〃As　I　said；　I'm　not　a　psychiatrist。　If　the　nightmares　are　still　continuing　
when　your　job　at　the　Overlook　ends　next　spring；　Mr。　Torrance；　I　would　strongly　
urge　you　to　take　him　to　this　man　in　Boulder。〃　
　　〃I　will。〃　
　　〃Well；　let's　go　out　and　tell　him　he　can　go　home；〃　Edmonds　said。　
　　〃I　want　to　thank　you；〃　Jack　told　him　painfully。　〃I　feel　better　about　all　this　
than　I　have　in　a　very　long　time。〃　
　　〃So　do　I；〃　Wendy　said。　
　　At　the　door；　Edmonds　paused　and　looked　at　Wendy。　〃Do　you　or　did　you　have　a　
sister；　Mrs。　Torrance？　Named　Aileen？〃　
　　Wendy　looked　at　him；　surprised。　〃Yes；　I　did。　She　was　killed　outside　our　home　
in　Somersworth；　New　Hampshire；　when　she　was　six　and　I　was　ten。　She　chased　a　ball　
into　the　street　and　was　struck　by　a　delivery　van。〃　
　　〃Does　Danny　know　that？〃　
　　〃I　don't　know。　I　don't　think　so。〃　
　　〃He　says　you　were　thinking　about　her　in　the　waiting　room。〃　
　　〃I　was；〃　Wendy　said　slowly。　〃For　the　first　time　in　。。。　oh；　I　don't　know　how　
long。〃　
　　〃Does　the　word　'redrum'　mean　anything　to　either　of　you？〃　
　　Wendy　shook　her　head　but　Jack　said；　〃He　mentioned　that　word　last　night；　just　
before　he　went　to　sleep。　Red　drum。〃　
　　〃No；　rum；〃　Edmonds　corrected。　〃He　was　quite　emphatic　about　that。　Rum。　As　in　
the　drink。　The　alcoholic　drink。〃　
　　〃Oh；〃　Jack　said。　〃It　fits　in；　doesn't　it？〃　He　took　his　handkerchief　out　of　his　
back　pocket　and　wiped　his　lips　with　it。　


　
　
　　〃Does　the　phrase　‘the　shining'　mean　anything　to　you？〃　
　　This　time　they　both　shook　their　heads。　
　　〃Doesn't　matter；　I　guess；〃　Edmonds　said。　He　opened　the　door　into　the　waiting　
room。　〃Anybody　here　named　Danny　Torrance　that　would　like　to　go　home？〃　
　　〃Hi；　Daddy！　Hi；　Mommy！〃　He　stood　up　from　the　small　table　where　he　had　been　
leafing　slowly　through　a　copy　of　Where　the　Wild　Things　Are　and　muttering　the　
words　he　knew　aloud。　
　　He　ran　to　Jack；　who　scooped　him　up。　Wendy　ruffled　his　hair。　
　　Edmonds　peered　at　him。　〃If　you　don't　love　your　mommy　and　daddy；　you　can　stay　
with　good　old　Bill。〃　
　　〃No；　sir！〃　Danny　said　emphatically。　He　slung　one　arm　around　Jack's　neck；　one　
arm　around　Wendy's；　and　looked　radiantly　happy。　
　　〃Okay；〃　Edmonds　said；　smiling。　He　looked　at　Wendy。　〃You　call　if　you　have　any　
problems。〃　
　　〃Yes。〃　
　　〃I　don't　think　you　will；〃　Edmonds　said；　smiling。　
　
　
　
　
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　THE　SCRAPBOOK　
　
　
　　Jack　found　the　scrapbook　on　the　first　of　November；　while　his　wife　and　son　were　
hiking　up　the　rutted　old　road　that　ran　from　behind　the　roque　court　to　a　deserted　
sawmill　two　miles　further　up。　The　fine　weather　still　held；　and　all　three　of　them　
had　acquired　improbable　autumn　suntans。　
　　He　had　gone　down　in　the　basement　to　knock　the　press　down　on　the　boiler　and　
then；　on　impulse；　he　had　taken　the　flashlight　from　the　shelf　where　the　plumbing　
schematics　were　and　decided　to　look　at　some　of　the　old　papers。　He　was　also　
looking　for　good　places　to　set　his　traps；　although　he　didn't　plan　to　do　that　for　
another　month　—　I　want　them　all　to　be　home　from　vacation；　he　had　told　Wendy。　
　　Shining　the　flashlight　ahead　of　him；　he　stepped　past　the　elevator　shaft　（at　
Wendy's　insistence　they　hadn't　used　the　elevator　since　they　moved　in）　and　
through　the　small　stone　arch。　His　nose　wrinkled　at