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　　〃Yeah；〃　Danny　said。　
　　Scott　leaned　forward。　〃His　dad　LOST　HIS　MARBLES　last　night。　They　took　him　
away。〃　
　　〃Yeah？　Just　for　losing　some　marbles？〃　
　　Scotty　looked　disgusted。　〃He　went　crazy。　You　know。〃　Scott　crossed　his　eyes；　
flopped　out　his　tongue；　and　twirled　his　index　fingers　in　large　elliptical　orbits　
around　his　ears。　〃They　took　him　to　THE　BUGHOUSE。〃　
　　〃Wow；〃　Danny　said。　〃When　will　they　let　him　e　back？〃　
　　〃Never…never…never；〃　Scotty　said　darkly。　
　　In　the　course　of　that　day　and　the　next；　Danny　heard　that　
　　a。）　Mr。　Stenger　had　tried　to　kill　everybody　in　his　family；　including　Robin；　
with　his　World　War　II　souvenir　pistol；　
　　b。）　Mr。　Stenger　ripped　the　house　to　pieces　while　he　was　STINKO；　
　　c。）　Mr。　Stenger　had　been　discovered　eating　a　bowl　of　dead　bugs　and　grass　like　
they　were　cereal　and　milk　and　crying　while　he　did　it；　
　　d。）　Mr。　Stenger　had　tried　to　strangle　his　wife　with　a　stocking　when　the　Red　
Sox　lost　a　big　ball　game。　
　　Finally；　too　troubled　to　keep　it　to　himself；　he　had　asked　Daddy　about　Mr。　
Stenger。　His　daddy　had　taken　him　on　his　lap　and　had　explained　that　Mr。　Stenger　
had　been　under　a　great　deal　of　strain；　some　of　it　about　his　family　and　some　
about　his　job　and　some　of　it　about　things　that　nobody　but　doctors　could　
understand。　He　had　been　having　crying　fits；　and　three　nights　ago　he　had　gotten　
crying　and　couldn't　stop　it　and　had　broken　a　lot　of　things　in　the　Stenger　home。　
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　to　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　prior　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　going　to　bring　it　up；　do　it　now　
or　forever　hold　your　peace。　
　　〃Danny；〃　she　said；　making　her　voice　as　casual　as　possible；　〃would　you　be　
happier　if　we　went　away　from　the　Overlook？　If　we　didn't　stay　the　winter？〃　
　　Danny　looked　down　at　his　hands。　〃I　guess　so；〃　he　said。　〃Yeah。　But　it's　Daddy's　
job。〃　
　　〃Sometimes；〃　she　said　carefully；　〃I　get　the　idea　that　Daddy　might　be　happier　
away　from　the　Overlook；　too。〃　They　passed　a　sign　which　read　SIDEWINDER　18　mi。　
and　then　she　took　the　truck　cautiously　around　a　hairpin　and　shifted　up　into　
second。　She　took　no　chances　on　these　downgrades；　they　scared　her　silly。　
　　〃Do　you　really　think　so？〃　Danny　asked。　He　looked　at　her　with　interest　for　a　
moment　and　then　shook　his　head。　〃No；　I　don't　think　so。〃　
　　〃Why　not？〃　
　　〃Because　he's　worried　about　us；〃　Danny　said；　choosing　his　words　carefully。　It　
was　hard　to　explain；　he　understood　so　little　of　it　himself。　He　found　himself　
harking　back　to　an　incident　he　had　told　Mr。　Hallorann　about；　the　big　kid　looking　
at　department　store　TV　sets　and　wanting　to　steal　one。　That　had　been　distressing；　
but　at　least　it　had　been　clear　what　was　going　on；　even　to　Danny；　then　little　
more　than　an　infant。　But　grownups　were　always　in　a　turmoil；　every　possible　
action　muddied　over　by　thoughts　of　the　consequences；　by　self…doubt；　by　
selfimage；　by　feelings　of　love　and　responsibility。　Every　possible　choice　seemed　
to　have　drawbacks；　and　sometimes　he　didn't　understand　why　the　drawbacks　were　
drawbacks。　It　was　very　hard。　
　　〃He　thinks　。。。〃　Danny　began　again；　and　then　looked　at　his　mother　quickly。　
She　was　watching　the　road；　not　looking　at　him；　and　he　felt　he　could　go　on。　
　　〃He　thinks　maybe　we'll　be　lonely。　And　then　he　thinks　that　he　likes　it　here　and　
it's　a　good　place　for　us。　He　loves　us　and　doesn't　want　us　to　be　lonely　。。。　or　
sad　。。。　but　he　thinks　even　if　we　are；　it　might　be　okay　in　the　LONGRUN。　Do　you　
know　LONGRUN？〃　


　
　
　　She　nodded。　〃Yes；　dear。　I　do。〃　
　　〃He's　worried　that　if　we　left　he　couldn't　get　another　job。　That　we'd　have　to　
beg；　or　something。〃　
　　〃Is　that　all？〃　
　　〃No；　but　the　rest　is　all　mixed　up。　Because　he's　different　now。〃　
　　〃Yes；〃　she　said；　almost　sighing。　The　grade　eased　a　little　and　she　shifted　
cautiously　back　to　third　gear。　
　　〃I'm　not　making　this　up；　Mommy。　Honest　to　God。〃　
　　〃I　know　that；〃　she　said；　and　smiled。　〃Did　Tony　tell　you？〃　
　　〃No；〃　he　sai