l 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 C's 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 Frankenstein's 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