The Shining 原版小說

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olly　ceased。　Yet　she　had　the　feeling　that　Jack

was　more　and　more　often　angry　with　her　or　Danny；　but　was　refusing　to　let　it　out。

The　boiler　had　a　pressure　gauge：　old；　cracked；　clotted　with　grease；　but　still

workable。　Jack　had　none。　She　had　never　been　able　to　read　him　very　well。　Danny

could；　but　Danny　wasn't　talking。

And　the　call　from　Al。　At　about　the　same　time　it　had　e；　Danny　had　lost　all

interest　in　the　story　they　had　been　reading。　He　left　her　to　sit　by　the　fire　and

crossed　to　the　main　desk　where　Jack　had　constructed　a　roadway　for　his　matchbox

cars　and　trucks。　The　Violent　Violet　Volkswagen　was　there　and　Danny　had　begun　to

push　it　rapidly　back　and　forth。　Pretending　to　read　her　own　book　but　actually

looking　at　Danny　over　the　top　of　it；　she　had　seen　an　odd　amalgam　of　the　ways　she

and　Jack　expressed　anxiety。　The　wiping　of　the　lips。　Running　both　hands　nervously

through　his　hair；　as　she　had　done　while　waiting　for　Jack　to　e　home　from　his

round　of　the　bars。　She　couldn't　believe　Al　had　called　just　to　〃ask　how　things

were　going。〃　If　you　wanted　to　shoot　the　bull；　you　called　Al。　When　Al　called　you；

that　was　business。

Later；　when　she　had　e　back　downstairs；　she　had　found　Danny　curled　up　by　the

fire　again；　reading　the　second…grade…primer　adventures　of　Joe　and　Rachel　at　the

circus　with　their　daddy　in　plete；　absorbed　attention。　The　fidgety　distraction

had　pletely　disappeared。　Watching　him；　she　had　been　struck　again　by　the　eerie

certainty　that　Danny　knew　more　and　understood　more　than　there　was　room　for　in

Dr。　（〃Just　call　me　Bill〃）　Edmonds's　philosophy。

〃Hey；　time　for　bed；　doc；〃　she'd　said。

〃Yeah；　okay。〃　He　marked　his　place　in　the