sk.theshining-第49章
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It wasn't LOSING YOUR MARBLES； Daddy said； it was HAVING A BREAKDOWN； and Mr。
Stenger wasn't in a BUGHOUSE but in a SANNY…TARIUM。 But despite Daddy's careful explanations； Danny was scared。 There didn't seem to be any difference at all between LOSING YOUR MARBLES and HAVING A BREAKDOWN； and whether you called it a BUGHOUSE or a SANNYTARIUM； there were still bars on the windows and they wouldn't let you out if you wanted to go。 And his father； quite innocently； had confirmed another of Scotty's phrases unchanged； one that filled Danny with a vague and unformed dread。 In the place where Mr。 Stenger now lived； there were THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS。 They came to get you in a truck with no windows； a truck that was gravestone gray。 It rolled up to the curb in front of your house and THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS got out and took you away from your family and made you live in a room with soft walls。 And if you wanted to write home； you had to do it with Crayolas。
〃When will they let him e back？〃 Danny asked his father。
〃Just as soon as he's better； doc。〃
〃But when will that be？〃 Danny had persisted。
〃Dan；〃 Jack said； 〃NO ONE KNOWS。〃 And that was the worst of all。 It was another way of saying never…never…never。
A month later； Robin's mother took him out of nursery school and they moved away from Stovington without Mr。 Stenger。
That had been over a year ago； after Daddy stopped taking the Bad Stuff but before he had lost his job。 Danny still thought about it often。 Sometimes when he fell down or bumped his head or had a bellyache； he would begin to cry and the memory would flash over him； acpanied by the fear that he would not be able to stop crying； that he would just go on and on； weeping and wailing； until his daddy went to the phone； dialed it； and said： 〃Hello？ This is Jack Torrance at 149 Mapleline Way。 My son here can't stop crying。 Please send THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS t0 take him to the SANNY…TARIUM。 That's right； he's LOST HIS MARBLES。 Thank you。〃 And the gray truck with no windows would e rolling up to his door； they would load him in； still weeping hysterically； and take him away。
When would he see his mommy and daddy again？ NO ONE KNOWS。
It was this fear that had kept him silent。 A year older； he was quite sure that his daddy and mommy wouldn't let him be taken away for thinking a fire hose was a snake； his rational mind was sure of that； but still； when he thought of telling them； that old memory rose up like a stone filling his mouth and blocking words。 It wasn't like Tony； Tony had always seemed perfectly natural （until the bad dreams； of course）； and his parents had also seemed to accept Tony as a more or less natural phenomenon。 Things like Tony came from being BRIGHT； which they both assumed he was （the same way they assumed they were BRIGHT）； but a fire hose that turned into a snake； or seeing blood and brains on the wall of the Presidential Sweet when no one else could； those things would not be natural。 They had already taken him to see a regular doctor。 Was it not reasonable to assume that THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS might e next？
Still he might have told them except he was sure； sooner or later； that they would want to take him away from the hotel。 And he wanted desperately to get away from the Overlook。 But he also knew that this was his daddy's last chance； that he was here at the Overlook to do more than take care of the place。 He was here to work on his papers。 To get over losing his job。 To love Mommy/Wendy。 And until very recently； it had seemed that all those things were happening。 It was only lately that Daddy had begun to have trouble。 Since he found those papers。
（This inhuman place makes human monsters。） What did that mean？ He had prayed to God； but God hadn't told him。 And what would Daddy do if he stopped working here？ He had tried to find out from Daddy's mind； and had bee more and more convinced that Daddy didn't know。 The strongest proof had e earlier this evening when Uncle Al had called his daddy up on the phone and said mean things and Daddy didn't dare say anything back because Uncle Al could fire him from this job just the way that Mr。 Crommert； the Stovington headmaster； and the Board of Directors had fired him from his schoolteaching job。 And Daddy was scared to death of that； for him and Mommy as well as himself。
So he didn't dare say anything。 He could only watch helplessly and hope that there really weren't any Indians at all； or if there were that they would be content to wait for bigger game and let their little three…wagon train pass unmolested。
But he couldn't believe it； no matter how hard he tried。
Things were worse at the Overlook now。
The snow was ing； and when it did； any poor options he had would be abrogated。 And after the snow； what？ What then； when they were shut in and at the mercy of whatever might have only been toying with them before？
（e out here and take your medicine！） What then？ REDRUM。
He shivered in his bed and turned over again。 He could read more now。 Tomorrow maybe he would try to call Tony； he would try to make Tony show him exactly what REDRUM was and if there was any way he could prevent it。 He Would risk the nightmares。 He had to know。
Danny was still awake long after his parents' false sleep had bee the real thing。 He rolled in his bed； twisting the sheets； grappling with a problem years too big for him； awake in the night like a single sentinel on picket。 And sometime after midnight； he slept too and then only the wind was awake； prying at the hotel and hooting in its gables under the bright gimlet gaze of the stars。
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IN THE TRUCK
I see a bad moon a…rising。
I see trouble on the way。
I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today。
Don't go 'round tonight； It's bound to take your life； There's a bad moon on the rise。*
Someone had added a very old Buick car radio under the hotel truck's dashboard； and now； tinny and choked with static； the distinctive sound of John Fogerty's Creedence Clearwater Revival band came out of the speaker。 Wendy and Danny were on their way down to Sidewinder。 The day was clear and bright。 Danny was turning Jack's orange library card over and over in his hands and seemed cheerful enough； but Wendy thought he looked drawn and tired； as if be hadn't been sleeping enough and was going on nervous energy alone。
The song ended and the disc jockey came on。 〃Yeah； that's Creedence。 And speakin of bad moon； it looks like it may be risin over the KMTX listening area before long； hard as it is to believe with the beautiful； springlike weather we've enjoyed for the last couple…three days。 The KMTX Fearless Forecaster says high pressure will give way by one o'clock this afternoon to a widespread low… pressure area which is just gonna grind to a stop in our KMTX area； up where the air is rare。 Temperatures will fall rapidly； and precipitation should start around dusk。 Elevations under seven thousand feet； including the metro…Denver area； can expect a mixture of sleet and snow； perhaps freezing on some roads； and nothin but snow up here； cuz。 We're lookin at one to three inches below seven thousand and possible accumulations of six to ten inches in Central Colorado and on the Slope。 The Highway Advisory Board says that if you're plannin to tour the mountains in your car this afternoon or tonight； you should remember that the chain law will be in effect。 And don't go nowhere unless you have to。 Remember；〃 the announcer added jocularly； 〃that's how the Donners got into trouble。 They just weren't as close to the nearest Seven…Eleven as they thought。〃 A Clairol mercial came on； and Wendy reached down and snapped the radio off。 〃You mind？〃
〃Huh…uh； that's okay。〃 He glanced out at the sky； which was bright blue。
〃Guess Daddy picked just the right day to trim those hedge animals； didn't he？〃
〃I guess he did；〃 Wendy said。
〃Sure doesn't look much like snow； though；〃 Danny added hopefully。
〃Getting cold feet？〃 Wendy asked。 She was still thinking about that crack the disc jockey had made about the Donner Party。
〃Nah； I guess not。〃 Well； she thought； this is the time。 If you're
