sk.theshining-第51部分
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s grotesque。
（You weren't hired to philosophize； Torrance。） Ah； that was true。 So true。 He clipped along the rabbit's ears； brushing a small litter of sticks and twigs off onto the grass。 The hedge…clipper hummed in that low and rather disgustingly metallic way that all battery…powered appliances seem to have。 The sun was brilliant but it held no warmth； and now it wasn't so hard to believe that snow was ing。
Working quickly； knowing that to stop and think when you were at this kind of a task usually meant making a mistake； Jack touched up the rabbit's 〃face〃 （up this close it didn't look like a face at all； but he knew that at a distance of twenty paces or so light and shadow would seem to suggest one； that； and the viewer's imagination） and then zipped the clippers along its belly。
That done； he shut the clippers off； walked down toward the playground； and then turned back abruptly to get it all at once； the entire rabbit。 Yes； it looked all right。 Well； he would do the dog next。
〃But if it was my hotel；〃 he said； 〃I'd cut the whole damn bunch of you down。〃 He would； too。 Just cut them down and resod the lawn where they'd been and put in half a dozen small metal tables with gaily colored umbrellas。 People could have cocktails on the Overlook's lawn in the summer sun。 Sloe gin fizzes and margaritas and pink ladies and all those sweet tourist drinks。 A rum and tonic； maybe。 Jack took his handkerchief out of his back pocket and slowly rubbed his lips with it。
〃e on； e on；〃 he said softly。 That was nothing to be thinking about。
He was going to start back； and then some impulse made him change his mind and he went down to the playground instead。 It was funny how you never knew kids； he thought。 He and Wendy had expected Danny would love the playground； it had everything a kid could want。 But Jack didn't think the boy had been down half a dozen times； if that。 He supposed if there had been another kid to play with； it would have been different。
The gate squeaked slightly as he let himself in； and then there was crushed gravel crunching under his feet。 He went first to the playhouse； the perfect scale model of the Overlook itself。 It came up to his lower thigh； just about Danny's height when he was standing up。 Jack hunkered down and looked in the third…floor windows。
〃The giant has e to eat you all up in your beds；〃 he said hollowly。 〃Kiss your Triple A rating goodbye。〃 But that wasn't funny； either。 You could open the house simply by pulling it apart…it opened on a hidden hinge。 The inside was a disappointment。 The walls were painted； but the place was mostly hollow。 But of course it would have to be； he told himself； or how else could the kids get inside？ What play furniture might go with the place in the summer was gone； probably packed away in the equipment shed。 He closed it up and heard the small click as the latch closed。
He walked over to the slide； set the hedge…clipper down； and after a glance back at the driveway to make sure Wendy and Danny hadn't returned； he climbed to the top and sat down。 This was the big kids' slide； but the fit was still unfortably tight for his grownup ass。 How long had it been since he had been on a slide？ Twenty years？ It didn't seem possible it could be that long； it didn't feel that long； but it had to be that； or more。 He could remember his old man taking him to the park in Berlin when he had been Danny's age； and he had done the whole bit…slide； swings； teeter…totters； everything。 He and the old man would have a hotdog lunch and buy peanuts from the man with the cart afterward。
They would sit on a bench to eat them and dusky clouds of pigeons would flock around their feet。
〃Goddam scavenger birds；〃 his dad would say； 〃don't you feed them； Jacky。〃 But they would both end up feeding them； and giggling at the way they ran after the nuts； the greedy way they ran after the nuts。 Jack didn't think the old man had ever taken his brothers to the park。 Jack had been his favorite； and even so Jack had taken his lumps when the old man was drunk； which was a lot of the time。 But Jack had loved him for as long as he was able； long after the rest of the family could only hate and fear him。
He pushed off with his hands and went to the bottom； but the trip was unsatisfying。 The slide； unused； had too much friction and no really pleasant speed could be built up。 And his ass was just too big。 His adult feet thumped into the slight dip where thousands of children's feet had landed before him。 He stood up； brushed at the seat of his pants； and looked at the hedge…clipper。 But instead of going back to it he went to the swings； which were also a disappointment。 The chains had built up rust since the close of the season； and they squealed like things in pain。 Jack promised himself he would oil them in the spring。
You better stop it； he advised himself。 You're not a kid anymore。 You don't need this place to prove it。
But he went on to the cement rings…they were too small for him and he passed them up…and then to the security fence which marked the edge of the grounds。 He curled his fingers through the links and looked through； the sun crosshatching shadow…lines on his face like a man behind bars。 He recognized the similarity himself and he shook the chain link； put a harried expression on his face； and whispered： 〃Lemme outta here！ Lemme outta here！〃 But for the third time； not funny。 It was time to get back to work。
That was when he heard the sound behind him。
He turned around quickly； frowning； embarrassed； wondering if someone had seen him fooling around down here in kiddie country。 His eyes ticked off the slides； the opposing angles of the seesaws； the swings in which only the wind sat。
Beyond all that to the gate and the low fence that divided the playground from the lawn and the topiary…the lions gathered protectively around the path； the rabbit bent over as if to crop grass； the buffalo ready to charge； the crouching dog。 Beyond them； the putting green and the hotel itself。 From here he could even see the raised lip of the roque court on the Overlook's western side。
Everything was just as it had been。 So why had the flesh of his face and hands begun to creep； and why bad the hair along the back of his neck begun to stand up； as if the flesh back there had suddenly tightened？
He squinted up at the hotel again； but that was no answer。 It simply stood there； its windows dark； a tiny thread of smoke curling from the chimney； ing from the banked fire in the lobby。
（Buster； you better get going or they're going to e back and wonder if you were doing anything all the while。） Sure； get going。 Because the snow was ing and he had to get the damn hedges trimmed。 It was part of the agreement。 Besides； they wouldn't dare （Who wouldn't？ What wouldn't？ Dare do what？） He began to walk back toward the hedge…clipper at the foot of the big kids' slide； and the sound of his feet crunching on the crushed stone seemed abnormally loud。 Now the flesh on his testicles had begun to creep too； and his buttocks felt hard and heavy； like stone。
（Jesus； what is this？） He stopped by the hedge…clipper； but made no move to pick it up。 Yes； there was something different。 In the topiary。 And it was so simple； so easy to see； that he just wasn't picking it up。 e on； he scolded himself； you just trimmed the fucking rabbit； so what's the （that's it） His breath stopped in his throat。
The rabbit was down on all fours； cropping grass。 Its belly was against the ground。 But not ten minutes ago it had been up on its hind legs； of course it had been； he had trimmed its ears 。 。 。 and its belly。
His eyes darted to the dog。 When he had e down the path it had been sitting up； as if begging for a sweet。 Now it was crouched； head tilted； the clipped wedge of mouth seeming to snarl silently。 And the lions… （oh no； baby； oh no； uh…uh； no way） the lions were closer to the path。 The two on his right had subtly changed positions； had drawn closer together。 The tail of the one on the left now almost jutted out over the path。 When he had e past them and through the gate； that lion had been on the right and he was quite sure its tail had been curled around i
