sk.theshining-第45章
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u anyway？ Or do you think there are ghosts parading up and down the halls of the west wing wearing bedsheets and crying 'Woe！'？〃
〃No； I don't think there are any ghosts。 But you raked up a lot of my personal history before you gave me the job。 You had me on the carpet； quizzing me about my ability to take care of your hotel like a little boy in front of the teacher's desk for peeing in the coatroom。 You embarrassed me。〃
〃I just do not believe your cheek； your bloody damned impertinence；〃 Ullman said。 He sounded as if he might be choking。 〃I'd like to sack you。 And perhaps I will。〃
〃I think Al Shockley might object。 Strenuously。〃
〃And I think you may have finally overestimated Mr。 Shockley's mitment to you； Mr。 Torrance。〃 For a moment Jack's headache came back in all its thudding glory； and he closed his eyes against the pain。 As if from a distance away he heard himself ask： 〃Who owns the Overlook now？ Is it still Derwent Enterprises？ Or are you too smallfry to know？〃
〃I think that will do； Mr。 Torrance。 You are an employee of the hotel； no different from a busboy or a kitchen pot scrubber。 I have no intention of…〃
〃Okay； I'll write Al；〃 Jack said。 〃He'll know； after all； he's on the Board of Directors。 And I might just add a little P。S。 to the effect that…〃
〃Derwent doesn't own it。〃
〃What？ I couldn't quite make that out。〃
〃I said Derwent doesn't own it。 The stockholders are all Easterners。 Your friend Mr。 Shockley owns the largest block of stock himself； better than thirty… five per cent。 You would know better than I if he has any ties to Derwent。〃
〃Who else？〃
〃I have no intention of divulging the names of the other stockholders to you； Mr。 Torrance。 I intend to bring this whole matter to the attention of…〃
〃One other question。〃
〃I am under no obligation to you。〃
〃Most of the Overlook's history…savory and unsavory alike…I found in a scrapbook that was in the cellar。 Big thing with white leather covers。 Gold thread for binding。 Do you have any idea whose scrapbook that might be？〃
〃None at all。〃
〃Is it possible it could have belonged to Grady？ The caretaker who killed himself？〃
〃Mr。 Torrance；〃 Ullman said in tones of deepest frost； 〃I am by no means sure that Mr。 Grady could read； let alone dig out the rotten apples you have been wasting my time with。〃
〃I'm thinking of writing a book about the Overlook Hotel。 I thought if I actually got through it； the owner of the scrapbook would like to have an acknowledgment at the front。〃
〃I think writing a book about the Overlook would be very unwise；〃 Ullman said。
〃Especially a book done from your 。 。 。 uh； point of view。〃
〃Your opinion doesn't surprise me。〃 His headache was all gone now。 There had been that one flash of pain； and that was all。 His mind felt sharp and accurate； all the way down to millimeters。 It was the way he usually felt only when the writing was going extremely well or when he had a threedrink buzz on。 That was another thing he had forgotten about Excedrin； he didn't know if it worked for others； but for him crunching three tablets was like an instant high。
Now he said： 〃What you'd like is some sort of missioned guidebook that you could hand out free to the guests when they checked in。 Something with a lot of glossy photos of the mountains at sunrise and sunset and a lemon…meringue text to go with it。 Also a section on the colorful people who have stayed there； of course excluding the really colorful ones like Gienelli and his friends。〃
〃If I felt I could fire you and be a hundred per cent certain of my own job instead of just ninety…five per cent；〃 UIIman said in clipped； strangled tones；
〃I would fire you right this minute； over the telephone。 But since I feel that five per cent of uncertainty； I intend to call Mr。 Shockley the moment you're off the line 。 。 。 which will be soon； or so I devoutly hope。〃 Jack said； 〃There isn't going to be anything in the book that isn't true； you know。 There's no need to dress it up。〃 （Why are you baiting him？ Do you want to be fired？）
〃I don't care if Chapter Five is about the Pope of Rome screwing the shade of the Virgin Mary；〃 Ullman said； his voice rising。 〃I want you out of my hotel！〃
〃It's not your hotel！〃 Jack screamed； and slammed the receiver into its cradle。
He sat on the stool breathing hard； a little scared now； （a little？ hell； a lot） wondering why in the name of God he had called Ullman in the first place。
（You lost your temper again； Jack。） Yes。 Yes； he had。 No sense trying to deny it。 And the bell of it was； he had no idea how much influence that cheap little prick had over Al； no more than he knew how much bullshit Al would take from him in the name of auld lang syne。 If Ullman was as good as he claimed to be； and if he gave Al a he…goes…or…I…go ultimatum； might not Al be forced to take it？ He closed his eyes and tried to imagine telling Wendy。 Guess what； babe？ I lost another job。 This time I had to go through two thousand miles of Bell Telephone cable to find someone to punch out； but I managed it。
He opened his eyes and wiped his mouth with his handkerchief。 He wanted a drink。 Hell； he needed one。 There was a cafe just down the street； surely he had time for a quick beer on his way up to the park； just one to lay the dust 。 。 。
He clenched his hands together helplessly。
The question recurred： Why had he called Ullman in the first place？ The number of the Surf…Sand in Lauderdale had been written in a small notebook by the phone and the CB radio in the office…plumbers' numbers； carpenters； glaziers； electricians； others。 Jack bad copied it onto the matchbook cover shortly after getting out of bed； the idea of calling Ullman fullblown and gleeful in his mind。 But to what purpose？ Once； during the drinking phase； Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full…blown deathwish。 So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it； lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family。 Could it be true？ Was be afraid somewhere inside that the Overlook might be just what he needed to finish his play and generally collect tip his shit and get it together？ Was he blowing the whistle on himself？ Please God no； don't let it be that way。 Please。
He closed his eyes and an image immediately arose on the darkened screen of his inner lids： sticking his hand through that hole in the shingles to pull out the rotted flashing； the sudden needling sting； his own agonized； startled cry in the still and unheeding air： Oh you goddamn fucking son of a bitch 。 。 。
Replaced with an image two years earlier； himself stumbling into the house at three in the morning； drunk； falling over a table and sprawling full…length on the floor； cursing； waking Wendy up on the couch。 Wendy turning on the light； seeing his clothes ripped and smeared from some cloudy parking…lot scuffle that had occurred at a vaguely remembered honky…tonk just over the New Hampshire border hours before； crusted blood under his nose； now looking up at his wife； blinking stupidly in the light like a mole in the sunshine； and Wendy saying dully； You son of a bitch； you woke Danny up。 If you don't care about yourself； can't you care a little bit about us？ Oh； why do I even bother talking to you？
The telephone rang； making him jump。 He snatched it off the cradle； illogically sure it must be either Ullman or Al Shockley。 〃What？〃 he barked。
〃Your overtime； sir。 Three dollars and fifty cents。〃
〃I'll have to break some ones；〃 he said。 〃Wait a minute。〃 He put the phone on the shelf； deposited his last six quarters； then went out to the cashier to get more。 He performed the transaction automatically； his mind running in a single closed circle like a squirrel on an exercise wheel。
Why had he called Ullman？
Because Ullman had embarrassed him？ He had been embarrassed before； and by real masters…the Grand Master； of course； being himself。 Simply to crow at the man； expose his hypocrisy？ Jack didn't think he was that petty。 His mind tried to seize on the scrapbook as a valid reason； but that wouldn't hold water either。 The chances of Ullm
