veling out driveways for
three dollars a shot。 The picture of John Torrance； thirty years old； who had
once published in Esquire and who had harbored dreams — not at all unreasonable
dreams； he felt； of being a major American writer during the next decade； with
a shovel from the Sidewinder Western Auto on his shoulder； ringing doorbells。。。
that picture suddenly came to him much more clearly than the hedge lions and
he clenched his fists tighter still； feeling the fingernails sink into his palms
and draw blood in mystic quarter…moon shapes。 John Torrance； standing in line
to change his sixty dollars into food stamps； standing in line again at the
Sidewinder Methodist Church to get donated modities and dirty looks from the
locals。 John Torrance explaining to Al that they'd just had to leave； had to
shut down the boiler； had to leave the Overlook and all it contained open to
vandals or thieves on snow machines because； you see； Al； attendez…vous； Al；
there are ghosts up there and they have it in for my boy。 Good…by； Al。 Thoughts
of Chapter Four； Spring es for John Torrance。 What then？ Whatever then？ They
might be able to get to the West Coast in the VW； he supposed。 A new fuel pump
would do it。 Fifty miles west of here and it was all downhill； you could damn
near put the bug in neutral and coast to Utah。 On to sunny California； land of
oranges and opportunity。 A man with his sterling record of alcoholism； student…
beating； and ghost…chasing would undoubtedly be able to write his own ticket。
Anything you like。 Custodial engineer — swamping out Greyhound buses。 The
automotive business — washing cars in a rubber suit。 The culinary