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Lloyd,”
The booths behind him were full—there
The booths were all empty,
the twenty imaginary drinks,
Wagon
‘Sing it out, brother. If you expect to stay on this Wagon, you got to sing morning, noon, and night.
it was her!
“All your old drinking habits, too.
the bathmat on the floor
He was not sure about other places and so avoided them on general principle.
Haha
But it wasn’t really empty. Because here in the Overlook things just went on and on. Here in the Overlook all times were one.
a chosen shining few
He was that key, Danny thought sadly. Tony had warned him and he had just let things go on.
he saw the word REDRUM reflecting dimly from the glass dome, now reflected twice. And he saw that it spelled MURDER.
the clock he had wound with the silver key continued
he had been smelling oranges,
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the impulse had come on him and he hadn’t said no. He was used to following his hunches.
his own absent awareness of himself as a unique human creature.
Simile - crude but effective
He suddenly wondered how he could have left that boy up there at all, shining the way he did.
down below there was as much bitter vetch in that salad as there was cool cucumber.
Simile metaphor
Delores Vickery
the silly quiff
Mrs. Massey,
Mrs. Massey,
There had been other things at the Overlook:
Some great and frightening creature that had just oozed out of the woodwork when the lights went out.
And he suspected—no, was nearly positive—that several of the guests had seen or heard things, too.
Mrs. Massey,
he had never felt safe anywhere in the Overlook again.
“The people in the hotel,”
“And the…the things in the hotel. There’s all kinds of them. The hotel is stuffed with them.”
I thought it was my fault, because of the way I am. The key. The little silver key.”
“But it’s him too,” Danny said. “It’s Daddy. And it’s you. It wants all of us.
“If only that snowmobile—”
“They made him throw part of it away into the snow.
he knows that woman really is in 217.” He looked at her with his dark, frightened eyes.
Is Jack…is he going to try to hurt us?” “They’ll try to make him,”
the gathering, ghosts or spirits or maybe the hotel itself, a dreadful funhouse where all the sideshows ended in death, where all the specially painted boogies were really alive, where hedges walked, where a small silver key could start the obscenity.
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A fsct
A psychic investigator might have had a long name for it—psychic echo, psychokinesis, a telesmic sport.
to Danny it was only the sound of the hotel, the old monster, creaking steadily and ever more closely around them: halls that now stretched back through time as well as distance, hungry shadows, unquiet guests who did not rest easy.
Nice
Simile
He’d been down here all night, poring over the boxes of old records, possessed by a frantic feeling that time was getting short and he would have to hurry.
Suddenly a cold and tempting inner voice spoke to him.
