（What in the name of God were you thinking of？）
The answer came back with no pause。
（Me。 I was thinking of me。）
He suddenly remembered lying in bed the night before； lying there and suddenly
he had been contemplating the murder of his wife。
In that instant； kneeling there； everything came clear to him。 It was not just
Danny the Overlook was working on。 It was working on him； too。 It wasn't Danny
who was the weak link； it was him。 He was the vulnerable one； the one who could
be bent and twisted until something snapped。
（until i let go and sleep 。。。 and when i do that if i do that）
He looked up at the banks of windows and the sun threw back an almost blinding
glare from their many…paned surfaces but he looked anyway。 For the first time he
noticed how much they seemed like eyes。 They reflected away the sun and held
their own darkness within。 It was not Danny they were looking at。 It was him。
In those few seconds he understood everything。 There was a certain black…and…
white picture he remembered seeing as a child； in catechism class。 The nun had
presented it to them on an easel and called it a miracle of God。 The class had
looked at it blankly； seeing nothing but a jumble of whites and blacks；
senseless and patternless Then one of the children in the third row had gasped；
〃It's Jesus！〃 and that child had gone home with a brand…new Testament and also a
calendar because he had been first。 The others stared even harder； Jacky
Torrance among them。 One by one the other kids had given a similar gasp； one
little girl transported in near…ecstasy； crying out shrilly： 〃I see Him！ I see
Him！〃 She had also been rewarded wi