sk.theshining-第30部分

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n；　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　the　smell　of　rotting　paper。
　　Behind　him　the　boiler　kicked　on　with　a　thundering　whoosh；　making　him　jump。
　　He　flickered　the　light　around；　whistling　tunelessly　between　his　teeth。　There　was　a　scale…model　Andes　range　down　here：　dozens　of　boxes　and　crates　stuffed　with　papers；　most　of　them　white　and　shapeless　with　age　and　damp。　Others　had　broken　open　and　spilled　yellowed　sheaves　of　paper　onto　the　stone　floor。　There　were　bales　of　newspaper　tied　up　with　hayrope。　Some　boxes　contained　what　looked　like　ledgers；　and　others　contained　invoices　bound　with　rubber　bands。　Jack　pulled　one　out　and　put　the　flashlight　beam　on　it。
　　
　　ROCKY　MOUNTAIN　EXPRESS；　INC。
　　To：　OVERLOOK　HOTEL　From：　SIDEY'S　WAREHOUSE；　1210　16th　Street；　Denver；　CO。
　　Via：　CANDIAN　PACIFIC　RR　Contents：　400　CASES　DELSEY　TOILET　TISSUE；　1　GROSS/CASE　Signed　D　E　F　Date　August　24；　1954
　　
　　Smiling；　Jack　let　the　paper　drop　back　into　the　box。
　　He　flashed　the　light　above　it　and　it　speared　a　hanging　lightbulb；　almost　buried　in　cobwebs。　There　was　no　chain　pull。
　　He　stood　on　tiptoe　and　tried　screwing　the　bulb　in。　It　lit　weakly。　He　picked　up　the　toilet…paper　invoice　again　and　used　it　to　wipe　off　some　of　the　cobwebs。　The　glow　didn't　brighten　much。
　　Still　using　the　flashlight；　he　wandered　through　the　boxes　and　bales　of　paper；　looking　for　rat　spoor。　They　had　been　here；　but　not　for　quite　a　long　time　。　。　。
　　maybe　years。　He　found　some　droppings　that　were　powdery　with　age；　and　several　nests　of　neatly　shredded　paper　that　were　old　and　unused。
　　Jack　pulled　a　newspaper　from　one　of　the　bundles　and　glanced　down　at　the　headline。
　　
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　　The　paper　was　the　Rocky　Mountain　News；　dated　December　19；　1963。　He　dropped　it　back　onto　its　pile。
　　He　supposed　he　was　fascinated　by　that　monplace　sense　of　history　that　anyone　can　feel　glancing　through　the　fresh　news　of　ten　or　twenty　years　ago。　He　found　gaps　in　the　piled　newspapers　and　records；　nothing　from　1937　to　1945；　from　1957　to　1960；　from　1962　to　1963。　Periods　when　the　hotel　had　been　closed；　he　guessed。
　　When　it　had　been　between　suckers　grabbing　for　the　brass　ring。
　　Ullman's　explanations　of　the　Overlook's　checkered　career　still　didn't　ring　quite　true　to　him。　It　seemed　that　the　Overlooks　spectacular　location　alone　should　have　guaranteed　its　continuing　success。　There　had　always　been　an　American　jetset；　even　before　jets　were　invented；　and　it　seemed　to　Jack　that　the　Overlook　should　have　been　one　of　the　bases　they　touched　in　their　migrations。　It　even　sounded　right。　The　Waldorf　in　May；　the　Bar　Harbor　House　in　June　and　July；　the　Overlook　in　August　and　early　September；　before　moving　on　to　Bermuda；　Havana；　Rio；　wherever。　He　found　a　pile　of　old　desk　registers　and　they　bore　him　out。
　　Nelson　Rockefeller　in　1950。　Henry　Ford　&　Fam。　in　1927。　Jean　Harlow　in　1930。
　　Clark　Gable　and　Carole　Lombard。　In　1956　the　whole　top　floor　had　been　taken　for　a　week　by　〃Darryl　F。　Zanuck　&　Party。〃　The　money　must　have　rolled　down　the　corridors　and　into　the　cash　registers　like　a　twentieth…century　stock　Lode。
　　The　management　must　have　been　spectacularly　bad。
　　There　was　history　here；　all　right；　and　not　just　in　newspaper　headlines。　It　was　buried　between　the　entries　in　these　ledgers　and　account　books　and　room…service　chits　where　you　couldn't　quite　see　it。　In　1922　Warren　G。　Harding　had　ordered　a　whole　salmon　at　ten　o'clock　in　the　evening；　and　a　case　of　Coors　beer。　But　whom　had　he　been　eating　and　drinking　with？　Had　it　been　a　poker　game？　A　strategy　session？　What？
　　Jack　glanced　at　his　watch　and　was　surprised　to　see　that　forty…five　minutes　had　somehow　slipped　by　since　he　had　e　down　here。　His　hands　and　arms　were　grimy；　and　he　probably　smelled　bad。　He　decided　to　go　up　and　take　a　shower　before　Wendy　and　Danny　got　back。
　　He　walked　slowly　between　the　mountains　of　paper；　his　mind　alive　and　ticking　over　possibilities　in　a　speedy　way　that　was　exhilarating。　He　hadn't　felt　this　way　in　years。　It　suddenly　seemed　that　the　book　he　had　semijokingly　promised　himself　might　really　happen。　It　might　even　be　right　here；　buried　in　these　untidy　heaps　of　paper。　It　could　be　a　work　of　fiction；　or　history；　or　both…a　long　book　exploding　out　of　this　central　place　in　a　hundred　directions。
　　He　stood　beneath　the　cobwebby　light；　took　his　handkerchief　from　his　back　pocket　without　thinking；　and　scrubbed　at　his　lips　with　it。　And　that　was　when　he　saw　the　scrapbook。
　　A　pile　of　five　boxes　stood　on　his　left　like　some　tottering　Pisa。　The　one　on　top　was　stuffed　with　more　invoices　and　ledgers。　Balanced　on　top　of　those；　keeping　its　angle　of　repose　for　who　knew　how　many　years；　was　a　thick　scrapbook　with　white　leather　covers；　its　pages　bound　with　two　hanks　of　gold　string　that　bad　been　tied　along　the　binding　in　gaudy　bows。
　　Curious；　he　went　over　and　took　it　down。　The　top　cover　was　thick　with　dust。　He　held　it　on　a　plane　at　lip　level；　blew　the　dust　off　in　a　cloud；　and　opened　it。　As　he　did　so　a　card　fluttered　out　and　he　grabbed　it　in　mid…air　before　it　could　fall　to　the　stone　floor。　It　was　rich　and　creamy；　dominated　by　a　raised　engraving　of　the　Overlook　with　every　window　alight。　The　lawn　and　playground　were　decorated　with　glowing　Japanese　lanterns。　It　looked　almost　as　though　you　could　step　right　into　it；　an　Overlook　Hotel　that　had　existed　thirty　years　ago。
　　
　　Horace　M。　Derwent　Requests　The　Pleasure　of　Your　pany　At　a　Masked　Ball　to　Celebrate　The　Grand　Opening　of
　　
　　THE　OVERLOOK　HOTEL
　　
　　Dinner　Will　Be　Served　At　8　P。M。
　　Unmasking　And　Dancing　At　Midnight　August　29；　1945　RSVP
　　
　　Dinner　at　eight！　Unmasking　at　midnight！
　　He　could　almost　see　them　in　the　dining　room；　the　richest　men　in　America　and　their　women。　Tuxedos　and　glimmering　starched　shirts；　evening　gowns；　the　band　playing；　gleaming　high…heeled　pumps。　The　clink　of　glasses；　the　jocund　pop　of　champagne　corks。　The　war　was　over；　or　almost　over。　The　future　lay　ahead；　clean　and　shining。　America　was　the　colossus　of　the　world　and　at　last　she　knew　it　and　accepted　it。
　　And　later；　at　midnight；　Derwent　himself　crying：　〃Unmask！　Unmask！〃　The　masks　ing　off