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fabric　of　things　（the　fabric　you　thought　was　so　innocent）　and　arrowed　straight

at　you？　Could　you　be　held　responsible　for　your　own　actions　as　you　ran　crazily

about　on　the　sloping　roof　seventy　feet　above　the　ground；　not　knowing　where　you

were　going；　not　remembering　that　your　panicky；　stumbling　feet　could　lead　you

crashing　and　blundering　right　over　the　rain　gutter　and　down　to　your　death　on　the

concrete　seventy　feet　below？　Jack　didnt　think　you　could。　When　you　unwittingly

stuck　your　hand　into　the　wasps　nest；　you　hadnt　made　a　covenant　with　the　devil

to　give　up　your　civilized　self　with　its　trappings　of　love　and　respect　and　honor。

It　just　happened　to　you。　Passively；　with　no　say；　you　ceased　to　be　a　creature　of

the　mind　and　became　a　creature　of　the　nerve　endings；　from　college…educated　man

to　wailing　ape　in　five　easy　seconds。

He　thought　about　George　Hatfield。

Tall　and　shaggily　blond；　George　had　been　an　almost　insolently　beautiful　boy。

In　his　tight　faded　jeans　and　Stovington　sweatshirt　with　the　sleeves　carelessly

pushed　up　to　the　elbows　to　disclose　his　tanned　forearms；　he　had　reminded　Jack　of

a　young　Robert　Redford；　and　he　doubted　that　George　had　much　trouble　scoring　—　no

more　than　that　young　footballplaying　devil　Jack　Torrance　had　ten　years　earlier。

He　could　say　that　he　honestly　didnt　feel　jealous　of　George；　or　envy　him　his

good　looks；　in　fact；　he　had　almost　unconsciously　begun　to　visualize　George　as

the　physical　incarnation　of　his　play　hero；　Gary　Benson　—　the　perfect　foil　for　the

dark；　slumped；　and　aging　Denker；　who　grew　to　hate　Gary　so　much。　But　he；　Jack

Torrance；　had　never　felt　that　way　about　George。　If　he　had；　he　would　have　known

it。　He　was　quite　sure　of　that。

George　had　floated　through　his　classes　at　Stovington。　A　soccer　and　baseball

star；　his　academic　program　had　been　fairly　undemanding　and　he　had　been　content

with　Cs　and　an　occasional　B　in　history　or　botany。　He　was　a　fierce　field

contender　but　a　lackadaisical；　amused　sort　of　student　in　the　classrooms。　Jack　was

familiar　with　the　type；　more　from　his　own　days　as　a　high　school　and　college

student　than　from　his　teaching　experience；　which　was　at　second　hand。　George

Hatfield　was　a　jock。　He　could　be　a　calm；　undemanding　figure　in　the　classroom；

but　when　the　right　set　of　petitive　stimuli　was　applied　（like　electrodes　to

the　temples　of　Frankensteins　monster；　Jack　thought　wryly）；　he　could　bee　a

juggernaut。

In　January；　George　had　tried　out　with　two　dozen　others　for　the　debate　team。　He

had　been　quite　frank　with　Jack。　His　father　was　a　corporation　lawyer；　and　he

wanted　his　son　to　follow　in　his　footsteps。　George；　who　felt　no　burning

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