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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