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Leaning　against　it　was　one　of　the　roque　mallets　from　the　equipment　shed。

He　looked　at　it　for　a　long　time。

Then　a　voice　much　deeper　and　much　more　powerful　than　Gradys；　spoke　from

somewhere；　everywhere　。。。　from　inside　him。

（Keep　your　promise；　Mr。　Torrance。）

〃I　will；〃　he　said。　He　heard　the　fawning　servility　in　his　own　voice　but　was

unable　to　control　it。　〃I　will。〃

He　walked　to　the　chopping　block　and　put　his　hand　on　the　handle　of　the　mallet。

He　hefted　it。

Swung　it。

It　hissed　viciously　through　the　air。

Jack　Torrance　began　to　smile。

》

HALLORANN；

GOING　UP　THE　COUNTRY

It　was　quarter　of　two　in　the　afternoon　and　according　to　the　snow…clotted　signs

and　the　Hertz　Buicks　odometer；　he　was　less　than　three　miles　from　Estes　Park

when　he　finally　went　off　the　road。

In　the　hills；　the　snow　was　falling　faster　and　more　furiously　than　Hallorann

had　ever　seen　（which　was；　perhaps；　not　to　say　a　great　deal；　since　Hallorann　had

seen　as　little　snow　as　he　could　manage　in　his　lifetime）；　and　the　wind　was

blowing　a　capricious　gale　—　now　from　the　west；　now　backing　around　to　the　north；

sending　clouds　of　powdery　snow　across　his　field　of　vision；　making　him　coldly

aware　again　and　again　that　if　he　missed　a　turn　he　might　well　plunge　two　hundred

feet　off　the　road；　the　Electra　cartwheeling　ass　over　teapot　as　it　went　down。

Making　it　worse　was　his　own　amateur　status　as　a　winter　driver。　It　scared　him　to

have　the　yellow　center　line　buried　under　swirling；　drifting　snow；　and　it　scared

him　when　the　heavy　gusts　of　wind　came　unimpeded　through　the　notches　in　the　hills

and　actually　made　the　heavy　Buick　slew　around。　It　scared　him　that　the　road

information　signs　were　mostly　masked　with　snow　and　you　could　flip　a　coin　as　to

whether　the　road　was　going　to　break　right　or　left　up　ahead　in　the　white　drive…in

movie　screen　he　seemed　to　be　driving　through。　He　was　scared；　all　right。　He　had

driven　in　a　cold　sweat　since　climbing　into　the　hills　west　of　Boulder　and　Lyons；

handling　the　accelerator　and　brake　as　if　they　were　Ming　vases。　Between　rock　n

roll　tunes　on　the　radio；　the　disc　jockey　constantly　adjured　motorists　to　stay

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