The Shining 原版小说-第7章

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selfimage　feelings　of　guilt　and　anger　and　the　fear　of　what　was　to　bee　of　
them…but　the　two　main　things　on　her　mind　right　now　were　that　Daddy　had　had　a　
breakdown　in　the　mountains　（then　why　doesn't　he　call？）　or　that　Daddy　had　gone　
off　to　do　the　Bad　Thing。　Danny　knew　perfectly　well　what　the　Bad　Thing　was　since　
Scotty　Aaronson；　who　was　six　months　older；　had　explained　it　to　him。　Scotty　knew　
because　his　daddy　did　the　Bad　Thing；　too。　Once；　Scotty　told　him；　his　daddy　had　
punched　his　mom　right　in　the　eye　and　knocked　her　down。　Finally；　Scotty's　dad　and　
mom　had　gotten　a　DIVORCE　over　the　Bad　Thing；　and　when　Danny　had　known　him；　
Scotty　lived　with　his　mother　and　only　saw　his　daddy　on　weekends。　The　greatest　
terror　of　Danny's　life　was　DIVORCE；　a　word　that　always　appeared　in　his　mind　as　a　
sign　painted　in　red　letters　which　were　covered　with　hissing；　poisonous　snakes。　
In　DIVORCE；　your　parents　no　longer　lived　together。　They　had　a　tug　of　war　over　
you　in　a　court　（tennis　court？　badminton　court？　Danny　wasn't　sure　which　or　if　it　
was　some　other；　but　Mommy　and　Daddy　had　played　both　tennis　and　badminton　at　
Stovington；　so　he　assumed　it　could　be　either）　and　you　had　to　go　with　one　of　them　
and　you　practically　never　saw　the　other　one；　and　the　one　you　were　with　could　
marry　somebody　you　didn't　even　know　if　the　urge　came　on　them。　The　most　
terrifying　thing　about　DIVORCE　was　that　he　had　sensed　the　word…or　concept；　or　
whatever　it　was　that　came　to　him　in　his　understandings…floating　around　in　his　
own　parents'　heads；　sometimes　diffuse　and　relatively　distant；　sometimes　as　thick　
and　obscuring　and　frightening　as　thunderheads。　It　had　been　that　way　after　Daddy　
punished　him　for　messing　the　papers　up　in　his　study　and　the　doctor　had　to　put　
his　arm　in　a　cast。　That　memory　was　already　faded；　but　the　memory　of　the　DIVORCE　
thoughts　was　clear　and　terrifying。　It　had　mostly　been　around　his　mommy　that　
time；　and　he　had　been　in　constant　terror　that　she　would　pluck　the　word　from　her　
brain　and　drag　it　out　of　her　mouth；　making　it　real。　DIVORCE。　It　was　a　constant　
undercurrent　in　their　thoughts；　one　of　the　few　he　could　always　pick　up；　like　the　
beat　of　simple　music。　But　like　a　beat；　the　central　thought　formed　only　the　spine　
of　more　plex　thoughts；　thoughts　he　could　not　as　yet　even　begin　to　interpret。　
They　came　to　him　only　as　colors　and　moods。　Mommy's　DIVORCE　thoughts　centered　
around　what　Daddy　had　done　to　his　arm；　and　what　had　happened　at　Stovington　when　
Daddy　lost　his　job。　That　boy。　That　George　Hatfield　who　got　pissed　off　at　Daddy　
and　put　the　holes　in　their　bug's　feet。　Daddy's　DIVORCE　thoughts　were　more　
plex；　colored　dark　violet　and　shot　through　with　frightening　veins　of　pure　
black。　He　seemed　to　think　they　would　be　better　off　if　he　left。　That　things　would　
stop　hurting。　His　daddy　hurt　almost　all　the　time；　mostly　about　the　Bad　Thing。　
Danny　could　almost　always　pick　that　up　too：　Daddy's　constant　craving　to　go　into　
a　dark　place　and　watch　a　color　TV　and　eat　peanuts　out　of　a　bowl　and　do　the　Bad　
Thing　until　his　brain　would　be　quiet　and　leave　him　alone。　
　　But　this　afternoon　his　mother　had　no　need　to　worry　and　he　wished　he　could　go　
to　her　and　tell　her　that。　The　bug　had　not　broken　down。　Daddy　was　not　off　


　
　
somewhere　doing　the　Bad　Thing。　He　was　almost　home　now；　put…putting　along　the　
highway　between　Lyons　and　Boulder。　For　the　moment　his　daddy　wasn't　even　thinking　
about　the　Bad　Thing。　He　was　thinking　about　。。。about。。。　
　　Danny　looked　furtively　behind　him　at　the　kitchen　window。　Sometimes　thinking　
very　hard　made　something　happen　to　him。　It　made　things　—　real　things　—　go　away；　
and　then　he　saw　things　that　weren't　there。　Once；　not　long　after　they　put　the　
cast　on　his　arm；　this　had　happened　at　the　supper　table。　They　weren't　talking　
much　to　each　other　then。　But　they　were　thinking。　Oh　yes。　The　thoughts　of　DIVORCE　
hung　over　the　kitchen　table　like　a　cloud　full　of　black　rain；　pregnant；　ready　to　
burst。　It　was　so　bad　he　couldn't　eat。　The　thought　of　eating　with　all　that　black　
DIVORCE　around　made　him　want　to　throw　up。　And　because　it　had　seemed　desperately　
important；　he　had　thrown　himself　fully　into　concentration　and　something　had　
happened。　When　he　came　back　to　real　things；　he　was　lying　on　the　floor　with　beans　
and　mashed　potatoes　in　his　lap　and　his　mommy　was　holding　him　and　crying　and　
Daddy　had　been　on　the　phone。　He　had　been　frightened；　had　tried　to　explain　to　
them　that　there　was　nothing　wrong。　that　this　sometimes　happened　to　him　when　he　
concentrated　on　understanding　more　than　what　normallv　came　to　him。　He　tried　to　
explain　about　Tony；　who　they　called　his　〃invisible　playmate。〃　
　　His　father　had　said：　〃He's　having　a　Ha　Loo　Sin　Nation。　He　seems　okay；　but　I　
want　the　doctor　to　look　at　him　anyway。〃　
　　After　the　doctor　left；　Mommy　had　made　him　promise　to　never　do　that　again；　to　
never　scare　them　that　way；　and　Danny　had　agreed。　He　was　frightened　himself。　
Because　when　he　bad　concentrated　his　mind；　it　had　flown　out　to　his　daddy；　and　
for　just　a　moment；　before　Tony　had　appeared　（far　away；　as　be　always　did；　calling　
distantly）　and　the　strange　things　had　blotted　out　their　kitchen　and　the　carved　
roast　on　the　blue　plate；　for　just　a　moment　his　own　consciousness　had　plunged　
through　his　daddy's　darkness　to　an　inprehensible　word　much　more　frightening　
than　DIVORCE；　and　that　word　was　SUICIDE。　Danny　had　never　e　across　it　again　in　
his　daddy's　mind；　and　he　had　certainly　not　gone　looking　for　it。　He　didn't　care　
if　he　never　found　out　exactly　what　that　word　meant。　
　　But　he　did　like　to　concentrate；　because　sometimes　Tony　would　e。　Not　every　
time。　Sometimes　things　just　got　woozy　and　swimmy　for　a　minute　and　then　cleared　—　　
most　times；　in　fact　—　but　at　other　times　Tony　would　appear　at　the　very　limit　of　
his　vision；　calling　distantly　and　beckoning　。。。　
　　It　had　happened　twice　since　they　moved　to　Boulder；　and　he　remembered　how　
surprised　and　pleased　he　had　been　to　find　Tony　had　followed　him　all　the　way　from　
Vermont。　So　all　his　friends　hadn't　been　left　behind　after　all。　
　　The　first　time　he　had　been　out　in　the　back　yard　and　nothing　much　had　happened。　
Just　Tony　beckoning　and　then　darkness　and　a　few　minutes　later　he　had　e　back　
to　real　things　with　a　few　vague　fragments　of　memory；　like　a　jumbled　dream。　The　
second　time；　two　weeks　ago；　had　been　more　interesting。　Tony；　beckoning；　calling　
from　four　yards　over：　〃Danny　。。。　e　see　。。。〃　It　seemed　that　he　was　getting　
up；　then　falling　into　a　deep　hole；　like　Alice　into　Wonderland。　Then　he　had　been　
in　the　basement　of　the　apartment　house　and　Tony　had　been　beside　him；　pointing　
into　the　shadows　at　the　trunk　his　daddy　carried　all　his　important　papers　in；　
especially　〃THE　PLAY。〃　
　　〃See？〃　Tony　had　said　in　his　distant；　musical　voice。　〃It's　under　the…　stairs。　
Right　under　the　stairs。　The　movers　put　it　right　。。。　under。。。　the　stairs。〃　


　
　
　　Danny　had　stepped　forward　to　look　more　closely　at　this　marvel　and　then　he　was　
falling　again；　this　time　out　of　the　back…yard　swing；　where　he　had　been　sitting　
all　along。　He　had　gotten　the　wind　knocked　out　of　himself；　too。　
　　Three　or　four　days　later　his　daddy　had　been　stomping　around；　telling　Mommy　
furiously　that　he　had　been　all　over　the　goddam　basement　and　the　trunk　wasn't　
there　and　he　was　going　to　sue　the　goddam　movers　who　had　left　it　somewhere　
between　Vermont　and　Colorado。　How　was　he　supposed　to　be　able　to　finish　〃THE　
PLAY〃　if　things　like　this　kept　cropping　up？　
　　Danny　said；　〃No；　Daddy。　It's　under　the　stairs。　The　movers　put　it　right　under　
the　stairs。〃　
　　Daddy　had　given　him　a　strange　look　and　had　gone　down　to　see。　The　trunk　had　
been　there；　just　where　Tony　had　shown　him。　Daddy　had　taken　him　aside；　had　sat　
him　on　his　lap；　and　had　asked　Danny　who　let　him　down　cellar。　Had　it　been　Tom　
from　upstairs？　The　cellar　was　dangerous；　Daddy　said。　That　was　why　the　landlord　
kept　it　locked。　If　someone　was　leaving　it　unlocked；　Daddy　wanted　to　know。　He　was　
glad　to　have　his　papers　and　his　〃PLAY〃　but　it　wouldn't　be　worth　it　to　him；　he　
said；　if　Danny　fell　down　the　stairs　and　broke　his　。。。　his　leg。　Danny　told　his　
father　earnestly　that　he　hadn't　been　down　in　the　cellar。　That　door　was　always　
locked。　And　Mommy　agreed。　Danny　never　went　down　in　the　back　hall；　she　said；　
because　it　was　damp　and　dark　and　spidery。　And　he　didn't　tell　lies。　
　　〃Then　how　did　you　know；　doc？〃　Daddy　asked。　
　　〃Tony　showed　me。〃　
　　His　mother　and　father　had　exchanged　a　look　over　his　head。　This　had　happened　
before；　from　time　to　time。　Because　it　was　frightening；　they　swept　it　quickly　
from　their　minds。　But　he　knew　they　worried　about　Tony；　Mommy　especially；　and　he　
was　careful　about　thinking　the　way　that　could　make　Tony　e　where　she　might　
see。　But　now　he　thought　she　was　lying　down；　not　moving　about　in　the　kitchen　yet；　
and　so　he　concentrated　hard　to　see　if　he　could　understand　what　Daddy　was　
thinking　about。　
　　His　brow　furrowed　and　his　slightly　grimy　hands　clenched　into　tight　fists　on　
his　jeans。　He　did　not　close　his　eyes…that　wasn't　necessary…but　he　squinched　them　
down　to　slits　and　imagined　Daddy's　voice；　Jack's　voice；　John　Daniel　Torrance's　
voice；　deep　and　steady；　sometimes　quirking　up　with　amusement　or　deepening　even　
more　with　ange