The Shining 原版小说-第59章

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in　grammar　school。　Public　humiliation。　Worse　experiences　in　high　school　and　
college。　He　had　been　arrested　and　sent　to　an　institution　after　exposing　himself　
to　a　pair　of　little　girls　getting　off　a　school　bus。　Worst　of　all；　he　had　been　


　
　
dismissed　from　the　institution；　let　back　out　onto　the　streets；　because　the　man　
in　charge　had　decided　he　was　all　right。　This　man's　name　had　been　Grimmer。　
Grimmer　had　known　that　Monkey　DeLong　was　exhibiting　deviant　symptoms；　but　he　had　
written　the　good；　hopeful　report　and　had　let　him　go　anyway。　Jack　liked　and　
sympathized　with　Grimmer；　too。　Grimmer　had　to　run　an　understaffed　and　
underfunded　institution　and　try　to　keep　the　whole　thing　together　with　spit；　
baling　wire；　and　nickle…and…dime　appropriations　from　a　state　legislature　who　had　
to　go　back　and　face　the　voters。　Grimmer　knew　that　Monkey　could　interact　with　
other　people；　that　he　did　not　soil　his　pants　or　try　to　stab　his　fellow　inmates　
with　the　scissors。　He　did　not　think　he　was　Napoleon。　The　staff　psychiatrist　in　
charge　of　Monkey's　case　thought　there　was　a　better…than…even　chance　that　Monkey　
could　make　it　on　the　street；　and　they　both　knew　that　the　longer　a　man　is　in　an　
institution　the　more　he　es　to　need　that　closed　environment；　like　a　junkie　
with　his　smack。　And　meanwhile；　people　were　knocking　down　the　doors。　Paranoids；　
schizoids；　cycloids；　semicatatonics；　men　who　claimed　to　have　gone　to　heaven　in　
flying　saucers；　women　who　had　burned　their　children's　sex　organs　off　with　Bic　
lighters；　alcoholics；　pyromaniacs；　kleptomaniacs；　manic…depressives；　suicidals。　
Tough　old　world；　baby。　If　you're　not　bolted　together　tightly；　you're　gonna　
shake；　rattle；　and　roll　before　you　turn　thirty。　Jack　could　sympathize　with　
Grimmer's　problem。　He　could　sympathize　with　the　parents　of　the　murder　victims。　
With　the　murdered　children　themselves；　of　course。　And　with　Monkey　DeLong。　Let　
the　reader　lay　blame。　In　those　days　he　hadn't　wanted　to　judge。　The　cloak　of　the　
moralist　sat　badly　on　his　shoulders。　
　　He　had　started　The　Little　School　in　the　same　optimistic　vein。　But　lately　he　
had　begun　to　choose　up　sides；　and　worse　still；　he　had　e　to　loathe　his　hero；　
Gary　Benson。　Originally　conceived　as　a　bright　boy　more　cursed　with　money　than　
blessed　with　it；　a　boy　who　wanted　more　than　anything　to　pile　a　good　record　so　
he　could　go　to　a　good　university　because　he　had　earned　admission　and　not　because　
his　father　had　pulled　strings；　he　had　bee　to　Jack　a　kind　of　simpering　Goody　
Two…shoes；　a　postulant　before　the　altar　of　knowledge　rather　than　a　sincere　
acolyte；　an　outward　paragon　of　Boy　Scout　virtues；　inwardly　cynical；　filled　not　
with　real　brilliance　（as　he　had　first　been　conceived）　but　only　with　sly　animal　
cunning。　All　through　the　play　he　unfailingly　addressed　Denker　as　〃sir；〃　just　as　
Jack　had　taught　his　own　son　to　address　those　older　and　those　in　authority　as　
〃sir。〃　He　thought　that　Danny　used　the　word　quite　sincerely；　and　Gary　Benson　as　
originally　conceived　had　too；　but　as　he　had　begun　Act　V；　it　had　e　more　and　
more　strongly　to　him　that　Gary　was　using　the　word　satirically；　outwardly　
straight…faced　while　the　Gary　Benson　inside　was　mugging　and　leering　at　Denker。　
Denker；　who　had　never　had　any　of　the　things　Gary　had。　Denker；　who　had　had　to　
work　all　his　life　just　to　bee　head　of　a　single　little　school。　Who　was　now　
faced　with　ruin　over　this　handsome；　innocent…seeming　rich　boy　who　had　cheated　on　
his　Final　position　and　had　then　cunningly　covered　his　tracks。　Jack　had　seen　
Denker　the　teacher　as　not　much　different　from　the　strutting　South　American　
little　Caesars　in　their　banana　kingdoms；　standing　dissidents　up　against　the　wall　
of　the　handiest　squash　or　handball　court；　a　super…zealot　in　a　paratively　
small　puddle；　a　man　whose　every　whim　bees　a　crusade。　In　the　beginning　he　had　
wanted　to　use　his　play　as　a　microcosm　to　say　something　about　the　abuse　of　power。　
Now　he　tended　more　and　more　to　see　Denker　as　a　Mr。　Chips　figure；　and　the　tragedy　


　
　
was　not　the　intellectual　racking　of　Gary　Benson　but　rather　the　destruction　of　a　
kindly　old　teacher　and　headmaster　unable　to　see　through　the　cynical　wiles　of　
this　monster　masquerading　as　a　boy。　
　　He　hadn't　been　able　to　finish　the　play。　
　　Now　he　sat　looking　down　at　it；　scowling；　wondering　if　there　was　any　way　he　
could　salvage　the　situation。　He　didn't　really　think　there　was。　He　bad　begun　with　
one　play　and　it　had　somehow　turned　into　another；　presto…chango。　Well；　what　the　
hell。　Either　way　it　had　been　done　before。　Either　way　it　was　a　load　of　shit。　And　
why　was　he　driving　himself　crazy　about　it　tonight　anyway？　After　the　day　just　
gone　by　it　was　no　wonder　he　couldn't　think　straight。　
　　〃　—　get　him　down？〃　
　　He　looked　up；　trying　to　blink　the　cobwebs　away。　〃Huh？〃　
　　〃I　said；　how　are　we　going　to　get　him　down？　We've　got　to　get　him　out　of　here；　
Jack。〃　
　　For　a　moment　his　wits　were　so　scattered　that　he　wasn't　even　sure　what　she　was　
talking　about。　Then　he　realized　and　uttered　a　short；　barking　laugh。　
　　〃You　say　that　as　if　it　were　so　easy。〃　
　　〃I　didn't　mean　—　〃　
　　〃No　problem；　Wendy。　I'll　just　change　clothes　in　that　telephone　booth　down　in　
the　lobby　and　fly　him　to　Denver　on　my　back。　Superman　Jack　Torrance；　they　called　
me　in　my　salad　days。〃　
　　Her　face　registered　slow　hurt。　
　　〃I　understand　the　problem；　Jack。　The　radio　is　broken。　The　snow　。。。　but　you　
have　to　understand　Danny's　problem。　My　God；　don't　you？　He　was　nearly　catatonic；　
Jack！　What　if　he　hadn't　e　out　of　that？〃　
　　〃But　he　did；〃　Jack　said；　a　trifle　shortly。　He　had　been　frightened　at　Danny's　
blank…eyed；　slack…faced　state　too；　of　course　he　had。　At　first。　But　the　more　he　
thought　about　it；　the　more　he　wondered　if　it　hadn't　been　a　piece　of　play…acting　
put　on　to　escape　his　punishment。　He　had；　after　all；　been　trespassing。　
　　〃All　the　same；〃　she　said。　She　came　to　him　and　sat　on　the　end　of　the　bed　by　his　
desk。　Her　face　was　both　surprised　and　worried。　〃Jack；　the　bruises　on　his　neck！　
Something　got　at　him！　And　I　want　him　away　from　it！〃　
　　〃Don't　shout；〃　he　said。　〃My　head　aches；　Wendy。　I'm　as　worried　about　this　as　
you　are；　so　please　。。。　don't　。。。　shout。〃　
　　〃All　right；〃　she　said；　lowering　her　voice。　〃I　won't　shout。　But　I　don't　
understand　you；　Jack。　Someone　is　in　here　with　us。　And　not　a　very　nice　someone；　
either。　We　have　to　get　down　to　Sidewinder；　not　just　Danny　but　all　of　us。　
Quickly。　And　you　。。。　you're　sitting　there　reading　your　play！〃　
　　〃　'We　have　to　get　down；　we　have　to　get　down；'　you　keep　saying　that。　You　must　
think　I　really　am　Superman。〃　
　　〃I　think　you're　my　husband；〃　she　said　softly；　and　looked　down　at　her　hands。　
　　His　temper　flared。　He　slammed　the　playscript　down；　knocking　the　edges　of　the　
pile　out　of　true　again　and　crumpling　the　sheets　on　the　bottom。　
　　〃It's　time　you　got　some　of　the　home　truths　into　you；　Wendy。　You　don't　seem　to　
have　internalized　them；　as　the　sociologists　say。　They're　knocking　around　up　in　
your　head　like　a　bunch　of　loose　cueballs。　You　need　to　shoot　them　into　the　
pockets。　You　need　to　understand　that　we　are　snowed　in。〃　
　　Danny　had　suddenly　bee　active　in　his　bed。　Still　sleeping；　he　had　begun　to　


　
　
twist　and　turn。　The　way　he　always　did　when　we　fought；　Wendy　thought　dismally。　
And　we're　doing　it　again。　
　　〃Don't　wake　him　up；　Jack。　Please。〃　
　　He　glanced　over　at　Danny　and　some　of　the　flush　went　out　of　his　cheeks。　〃Okay。　
I'm　sorry。　I'm　sorry　I　sounded　mad；　Wendy。　It's　not　really　for　you。　But　I　broke　
the　radio。　If　it's　anybody's　fault　it's　mine。　That　was　our　big　link　to　the　
outside。　Olly…olly…in…for…free。　Please　e　get　us；　Mister　Ranger。　We　can't　stay　
out　this　late。〃　
　　〃Don't；〃　she　said；　and　put　a　hand　on　his　shoulder。　He　leaned　his　head　against　
it。　She　brushed　his　hair　with　her　other　hand。　〃I　guess　you've　got　a　right；　after　
what　I　accused　you　of。　Sometimes　I　am　like　my　mother。　I　can　be　a　bitch。　But　you　
have　to　understand　that　some　things　。。。　are　hard　to　get　over。　You　have　to　
understand　that。〃　
　　〃Do　you　mean　his　arm？〃　His　lips　had　thinned。　
　　〃Yes；〃　Wendy　said；　and　then　she　rushed　on：　〃But　it's　not　just　you。　I　worry　
when　he　goes　out　to　play。　I　worry　about　him　wanting　a　two…wheeler　next　year；　
even　one　with　training　wheels。　I　worry　about　his　teeth　and　his　eyesight　and　
about　this　thing；　what　he　calls　his　shine。　I　worry。　Because　he's　little　and　he　
seems　very　fragile　and　because　。。。　because　something　in　this　hotel　seems　to　
want　him。　And　it　will　go　through　us　to　get　him　if　it　has　to。　That's　why　we　must　
get　him　out；　Jack。　I　know　that！　I　feel　that！　We　must　get　him　out！〃　
　　Her　hand　had　tightened　painfully　on　his　shoulder　in　her　agitation；　but　he　
didn't　move　away。　One　hand　found　the　firm　weight　of　her　left　breast　and　he　began　
to　stroke　it　through　her　shirt。　
　　〃Wendy；〃　he　said；　and　stopped。　She　waited　for　him　to　rearrange　whatever　he　had　
to　say。　His　strong　hand　on　her　breast　felt　good；　soothing。　〃I　could　maybe　
snowshoe　him　down。　He　could　walk　part　of　the　way　himself；　but　I　would　mostly　
have　to　carry　him。　It　would　mean　camping　out　one；　two；　maybe　three　nights。　That　
would　mean　building　a　travois　to　carry　supplies　and　bedrolls　on。　We　have　the　
AM/FM　radio；　so　we　could　pick　a　day　when　the　weather　forecast　c