〃No； there ain't。 This was built before such things were required。 Federal
government's into everything these days； ain't it？ FBI openin mail； CIA buggin
the goddam phones 。。。 and look what happened to that Nixon。 Wasn't that a
sorry sight？
〃But if you just e down here regular an check the press； you'll be fine。 An
remember to switch those ducks around like he wants。 Won't none of the rooms get
much above forty…five unless we have an amazin warm winter。 And you'll have your
own apartment just as warm as you like it。〃
〃What about the plumbing？〃
〃Okay； I was just getting to that。 Over here through this arch。〃
They walked into a long； rectangular room that seemed to stretch for miles。
Watson pulled a cord and a single seventyfive…watt bulb cast a sickish； swinging
glow over the area they were standing in。 Straight ahead was the bottom of the
elevator shaft； heavy greased cables descending to pulleys twenty feet in
diameter and a huge； grease…clogged motor。 Newspapers were everywhere； bundled
and banded and boxed。 Other cartons were marked Records or Invoices or Receipts…
SAV1 The smell was yellow and moldy。 Some of the cartons were falling apart；
spilling yellow flimsy sheets that might have been twenty years old out onto the
floor。 Jack stared around； fascinated。 The Overlook's entire history might be
here； buried in these rotting cartons。
〃That elevator's a bitch to keep runnin；〃 Watson said； jerking his thumb at
it。 〃I know Ullman's buying the state elevator inspector a few fancy dinners to
keep the repairman away from that fucker。
〃Now； here's your central plumbin core。〃 In front of them five large pipes；