mere spark while the hotel and the grounds had suddenly
doubled in size and bee sinister； dwarfing them with sullen； inanimate power。
Then Wendy said： 〃Look at you； doc。 Your nose is running like a fire hose。
Let's get inside。〃
And they did； closing the door firmly behind them against the restless whine
of the wind。
P A R T T H R E E
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The Wasps' Nest
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UP ON THE ROOF
〃Oh you goddam fucking son of a bitch！〃
Jack Torrance cried these words out in both surprise and agony as he slapped
his right hand against his blue chambray workshirt； dislodging the big； slow…
moving wasp that had stung him。 Then he was scrambling up the roof as fast as he
could； looking back over his shoulder to see if the wasp's brothers and sisters
were rising from the nest he had uncovered to do battle。 If they were； it could
be bad； the nest was between him and his ladder； and the trapdoor leading down
into the attic was locked from the inside。 The drop was seventy feet from the
roof to the cement patio between the hotel and the lawn。
The clear air above the nest was still and undisturbed。
Jack whistled disgustedly between his teeth； sat straddling the peak of the
roof； and examined his right index finger。 It was swelling already； and he
supposed he would have to try and creep past that nest to his ladder so he could
go down and put some ice on it。
It was October 20。 Wendy and Danny had gone down to Sidewinder in the hotel
truck （an elderly； rattling Dodge that was still more trust