inutes 。。。 there came yet
another chiming of the clock； and then were the same disconcert and
tremulousness and meditation as before。
But in spite of these things； it was a gay and magnificent revel 。。。
…E。 A。 POE
〃THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH〃
The sleep of reason breeds monsters。
GOYA
It'll shine when it shines
FOLK SAYING
P A R T O N E
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PREFATORY MATTERS
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JOB INTERVIEW
Jack Torrance thought： Officious little prick。
Ullman stood five…five； and when he moved； it was with the prissy speed that
seems to be the exclusive domain of all small plump men。 The part in his hair
was exact； and his dark suit was sober but forting。 I am a man you can bring
your problems to； that suit said to the paying customer。 To the hired help it
spoke more curtly： This had better be good； you。 There was a red carnation in
the lapel； perhaps so that no one on the street would mistake Stuart Ullman for
the local undertaker。
As he listened to Ullman speak； Jack admitted to himself that he probably
could not have liked any man on that side of the desk — under the circumstances。
Ullman had asked a question he hadn't caught。 That was bad； Ullman was the
type of man who would file such lapses away in a mental Rolodex for later
consideration。
〃I'm sorry？〃
〃I asked if your wife fully understood what you would be taking on here。 And
there's your son； of course。〃 He glanced down at the application in front of
him。 〃Daniel。 Your wife isn't a bit intimidated by the idea？〃
〃Wendy is an extraordinary w