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And his temper, same thing.
he hadn’t felt like a son of a bitch. He hadn’t felt mean.
he had unwittingly stuck his hand into The Great Wasps’ Nest of Life. As an image it stank.
A terrible decision to cut him fir stuttering. Look at Joe Biden!
buck fever
Then the exultation was simply buried in shame, and he felt the way he had after he had broken Danny’s arm.
Haha
Yet somehow he had stayed off the bottle, and he supposed that was something.
He had not acted but had been acted upon.
raking over old coals?
post-ignition
common ruck
dray horse,
chumly.
Trance p. 18- and Dream p. 188 ff.
that thing, constructed from the chewings and saliva of so many alien creatures, lying within a foot of her sleeping son’s head.
He’s losing his temper, she thought, and was more afraid.
“Roque. Stroke. Redrum.”
It suddenly came to her that they were all scared.
He took his handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his mouth with it.
all zero at the bone.
Question?
A drink would blunt that feeling, oh yes. It would blunt that (Something about the timer)
wiped his lips with his handkerchief.
He would have been heartbroken, Jack. He will be, if you send us away.”
the roque mallet
(then REDRUM) (Come out here and take your medicine, you fucking crybaby!)
Even the elevator.
(You will remember what was forgotten…but
The west wing.
They stung him then, seeming to needle all at once, and that was when all the images broke apart and fell on him in a dark flood and he began to shriek into the dark, the wasps clinging to his left hand, stinging again and again.
Then how? Spontaneous regeneration?
They had come back.
Question?
tine test
a scrapbook.
the boiler at the Overlook which Daddy checked three or four times every day,
mildew and wet, rotting paper was changing to something else—the high, junipery smell of the Bad Stuff. It hung around his daddy like a vapor
(This inhuman place makes human monsters.
the sound of a whistling mallet striking silk-papered walls,
Crouching helplessly on the blue-black woven jungle rug.
the Overlook of Tony’s world
“The shining, I guess.”
There seems to be a buffer somewhere between the conscious and the subconscious, and one hell of a bluenose lives in there.
the mind’s interaction with itself.”
Three firsts in five minutes.” “That may be at the root of the problem,”
why Danny’s invisible friend is named Tony
It’s not extrasensory but good old human perception, which in Danny’s case is unusually keen.
Danny is doing subconsciously what these so-called mystics and mind readers do quite consciously and cynically.
