The Shining (The Shining, #1)

by Stephen King

Same simile for breaking Danny’s arm.

God, he could use a drink. Or a thousand of them.

This year was someplace between being a baby and a real kid.

But someday they would have to believe. He was content to wait.

The greatest terror of Danny’s life was DIVORCE,

Simile?

Haha

he had sensed the word—or

floating around in his own parents’ heads,

Simile

But not fading for Jack! Or Wendy.

Simile

His daddy hurt almost all the time, mostly about the Bad Thing.

Sometimes thinking very hard made something happen to him.

Simile

He tried to explain about Tony, who they called his “invisible playmate.”

Tony

his own consciousness had plunged through his daddy’s darkness

SUICIDE.

John Daniel Torrance’s

Then there was a dim, painless tug as part of him got up and ran after Tony into funneling darkness.

A green witchlight glowed into being on the front of the building, flickered, and became a giant, grinning skull over two crossed bones.

a mirror,

REDRUM.

A hoarse voice, the voice of a madman, made the more terrible by its familiarity:

Tiny red eyes glowed in the dark.

the trapdoor in the ceiling was locked.

not everything Tony showed him always happened.

his spirit’s mirror.

the tasty waters of oblivion,

Arthur Longley Shockley,

the self-loathing would back up his throat in a bitter wave,

Those were the times that his mind would turn thoughtfully and sanely to the gun or the rope or the razor blade.

some queer providence, bent on giving them both a last chance, had kept the cops away, had kept any of the passersby from calling them.

(o you dirty liar)

(you fucking drunken waste god wiped snot out of his nose and that was you)

Haha

Deliberate word order. Contra p. 74

“Jack, promises don’t work with you.

“Danny said he dreamed you had a car accident,”

They played two-handed whist all afternoon. They didn’t drink.

she would swear she smelled scotch or gin on his breath,

Untreated alcoholism. Still alcoholic when dry.

“Dry,” Al responded. “You?” “As a bone.” “Miss it much?” “Every day.”

Haha

Why it had been out there in the night would always be a mystery to them, and perhaps that was as it should be.

(I dreamed that you hurt me, Daddy)

Simile

She would put Danny in his crib, then read whatever Jack had written that night before waking him up enough to come to bed.

Charles Olson’s poetry;