The Shining 原版小說

第36部分 (第2/7頁)

some　fathoms…deep　bar　where

the　drinking　never　stopped　and　the　batwings　were　always　propped　open　and　all　the

old　panions　were　gathered　around　the　electronic　hockey　game；　glasses　in　hand；

Al　Shockley　prominent　among　them　with　his　tie　loosened　and　the　top　button　of　his

shirt　undone？　A　place　where　both　she　and　Danny　were　excluded　and　the　boogie　went

on　endlessly？

Wendy　was　worried　about　him；　the　old；　helpless　worry　that　she　had　hoped　was

behind　her　forever　in　Vermont；　as　if　worry　could　somehow　not　cross　state　lines。

She　didn't　like　what　the　Overlook　seemed　to　be　doing　to　Jack　and　Danny。

The　most　frightening　thing；　vaporous　and　unmentioned；　perhaps　unmentionable；

was　that　all　of　Jack's　drinking　symptoms　had　e　back；　one　by　one　。。。　all　but

the　drink　itself。　The　constant　wiping　of　the　lips　with　hand　or　handkerchief；　as

if　to　rid　them　of　excess　moisture。　Long　pauses　at　the　typewriter；　more　balls　of

paper　in　the　wastebasket。　There　had　been　a　bottle　of　Excedrin　on　the　telephone

table　tonight　after　Al　had　called　him；　but　no　water　glass。　He　had　been　chewing

them　again。　He　got　irritated　over　little　things。　He　would　unconsciously　start

snapping　his　fingers　in　a　nervous　rhythm　when　things　got　too　quiet。　Increased

profanity。　She　had　begun　to　worry　about　his　temper；　too。　It　would　almost　e　as

a　relief　if　he　would　lose　it；　blow　off　steam；　in　much　the　same　way　that　he　went

down　to　the　basement　first　thing　in　the　morning　and　last　thing　at　night　to　dump

the　press　on　the　boiler。　It　would　almost　be　good　to　see　him　curse　and　kick　a

chair　across　the　room　or　slam　a　door。　But　those　things；　always　an　integral　part

of　his　temperament；　had　almost　wh