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like　son。　Wasnt　that　how　it　was　popularly　expressed？

It　wasnt　a　perception　of　sight　or　sound；　although　it　was　very　near　to　those

things；　separated　from　those　senses　by　the　filmiest　of　perceptual　curtains。　It

was　as　if　another　Overlook　now　lay　scant　inches　beyond　this　one；　separated　from

the　real　world　（if　there　is　such　a　thing　as　a　〃real　world；〃　Jack　thought）　but

gradually　ing　into　balance　with　it。　He　was　reminded　of　the　3…D　movies　hed

seen　as　a　kid。　If　you　looked　at　the　screen　without　the　special　glasses；　you　saw

a　double　image　—　the　sort　of　thing　he　was　feeling　now。　But　when　you　put　the

glasses　on；　it　made　sense。

All　the　hotels　eras　were　together　now；　all　but　this　current　one；　the　Torrance

Era。　And　this　would　be　together　with　the　rest　very　soon　now。　That　was　good。　That

was　very　good。

He　could　almost　hear　the　self…important　ding！ding！　of　the　silver…plated　bell

on　the　registration　desk；　summoning　bellboys　to　the　front　as　men　in　the

fashionable　flannels　of　the　1920s　checked　in　and　men　in　fashionable　1940s

double…breasted　pinstripes　checked　out。　There　would　be　three　nuns　sitting　in

front　of　the　fireplace　as　they　waited　for　the　check…out　line　to　thin；　and

standing　behind　them；　nattily　dressed　with　diamond　stickpins　holding　their　blue…

and…white…figured　ties；　Charles　Grondin　and　Vito　Gienelli　discussed　profit　and

loss；　life　and　death。　There　were　a　dozen　trucks　in　the　loading　bays　out　back；

some　laid　one　over　the　other　like　bad　time　exposures。　In　the　east…wing　ballroom；

a　dozen　different　business　conventions　were　going　on　at　the　same　time　within

temporal　centimeters　of　each　other。　There　was　a　costume　ball　going　on。　There

were　soirees；　wedding　receptions；　birthday　and　anniversary　parties。　Men　talking

about　Neville　Chamberlain　and　the　Archduke　of　Austria。　Music。　Laughter。

Drunkenness。　Hysteria。　Little　love；　not　here；　but　a　steady　undercurrent　of

sensuousness。　And　he　could　almost　hear　all　of　them　together；　drifting　through

the　hotel　and　making　a　graceful　cacophony。　In　the　dining　room　where　he　stood；

breakfast；　lunch；　and　dinner　for　seventy　years　were　all　being　served

simultaneously　just　behind　him。　He　could　almost　。。。　no；　strike　the　almost。　He

could　hear　them；　faintly　as　yet；　but　clearly　—　the　way　one　can　hear　thunder　miles

off　on　a　hot　summers　day。　He　could　hear　all　of　them；　the　beautiful　strangers。

He　was　being　aware　of　them　as　they　must　have　been　aware　of　him　from　the　very

start。

All　the　rooms　of　the　Overlook　were　occupied　this　morning。

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