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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