sk.theshining-第57节
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y drawn； the audience sees Gary's body face down on the forestage as Denker strides to the upstage bookcase and feverishly begins pulling books from the shelves； looking at them； throwing them aside。 He bad thought it was something old enough to be new； a play whose novelty alone might be enough to see it through a successful Broadway run： a tragedy in five acts。
But； in addition to his sudden diversion of interest to the _ Overlooks history； something else had happened。 He had developed opposing feelings about his characters。 This was something quite new。 Ordinarily he liked all of his characters； the good and the bad。 He was glad he did。 It allowed him to try to see all of their sides and understand their motivations more clearly。 His favorite story； sold to a small southern Maine magazine called Contraband for copies； had been a piece called 〃The Monkey Is Here； Paul DeLong。〃 It had been about a child molester about to mit suicide in his furnished room。 The child molester's name had been Paul DeLong； Monkey to his friends。 Jack had liked Monkey very much。 He sympathized with Monkey's bizarre needs。 knowing that Monkey was not the only one to blame for the three rape…murders in his past。
There had been bad parents； the father a beater as his own father had been； the mother a limp and silent dishrag as his mother had been。 A homosexual experience in grammar school。 Public humiliation。 Worse experiences in high school and college。 He had been arrested and sent to an institution after exposing himself to a pair of little girls getting off a school bus。 Worst of all； he had been dismissed from the institution； let back out onto the streets； because the man in charge had decided he was all right。 This man's name had been Grimmer。
Grimmer had known that Monkey DeLong was exhibiting deviant symptoms； but he had written the good； hopeful report and had let him go anyway。 Jack liked and sympathized with Grimmer； too。 Grimmer had to run an understaffed and underfunded institution and try to keep the whole thing together with spit； baling wire； and nickle…and…dime appropriations from a state legislature who had to go back and face the voters。 Grimmer knew that Monkey could interact with other people； that he did not soil his pants or try to stab his fellow inmates with the scissors。 He did not think he was Napoleon。 The staff psychiatrist in charge of Monkey's case thought there was a better…than…even chance that Monkey could make it on the street； and they both knew that the longer a man is in an institution the more he es to need that closed environment； like a junkie with his smack。 And meanwhile； people were knocking down the doors。 Paranoids； schizoids； cycloids； semicatatonics； men who claimed to have gone to heaven in flying saucers； women who had burned their children's sex organs off with Bic lighters； alcoholics； pyromaniacs； kleptomaniacs； manic…depressives； suicidals。
Tough old world； baby。 If you're not bolted together tightly； you're gonna shake； rattle； and roll before you turn thirty。 Jack could sympathize with Grimmer's problem。 He could sympathize with the parents of the murder victims。
With the murdered children themselves； of course。 And with Monkey DeLong。 Let the reader lay blame。 In those days he hadn't wanted to judge。 The cloak of the moralist sat badly on his shoulders。
He had started The Little School in the same optimistic vein。 But lately he had begun to choose up sides； and worse still； he had e to loathe his hero； Gary Benson。 Originally conceived as a bright boy more cursed with money than blessed with it； a boy who wanted more than anything to pile a good record so he could go to a good university because he had earned admission and not because his father had pulled strings； he had bee to Jack a kind of simpering Goody Two…shoes； a postulant before the altar of knowledge rather than a sincere acolyte； an outward paragon of Boy Scout virtues； inwardly cynical； filled not with real brilliance （as he had first been conceived） but only with sly animal cunning。 All through the play he unfailingly addressed Denker as 〃sir；〃 just as Jack had taught his own son to address those older and those in authority as
〃sir。〃 He thought that Danny used the word quite sincerely； and Gary Benson as originally conceived had too； but as he had begun Act V； it had e more and more strongly to him that Gary was using the word satirically； outwardly straight…faced while the Gary Benson inside was mugging and leering at Denker。
Denker； who had never had any of the things Gary had。 Denker； who had had to work all his life just to bee head of a single little school。 Who was now faced with ruin over this handsome； innocent…seeming rich boy who had cheated on his Final position and had then cunningly covered his tracks。 Jack had seen Denker the teacher as not much different from the strutting South American little Caesars in their banana kingdoms； standing dissidents up against the wall of the handiest squash or handball court； a super…zealot in a paratively small puddle； a man whose every whim bees a crusade。 In the beginning he had wanted to use his play as a microcosm to say something about the abuse of power。
Now he tended more and more to see Denker as a Mr。 Chips figure； and the tragedy was not the intellectual racking of Gary Benson but rather the destruction of a kindly old teacher and headmaster unable to see through the cynical wiles of this monster masquerading as a boy。
He hadn't been able to finish the play。
Now he sat looking down at it； scowling； wondering if there was any way he could salvage the situation。 He didn't really think there was。 He bad begun with one play and it had somehow turned into another； presto…chango。 Well； what the hell。 Either way it had been done before。 Either way it was a load of shit。 And why was he driving himself crazy about it tonight anyway？ After the day just gone by it was no wonder he couldn't think straight。
〃…get him down？〃 He looked up； trying to blink the cobwebs away。 〃Huh？〃
〃I said； how are we going to get him down？ We've got to get him out of here； Jack。〃 For a moment his wits were so scattered that he wasn't even sure what she was talking about。 Then he realized and uttered a short； barking laugh。
〃You say that as if it were so easy。〃
〃I didn't mean…〃
〃No problem； Wendy。 I'll just change clothes in that telephone booth down in the lobby and fly him to Denver on my back。 Superman Jack Torrance； they called me in my salad days。〃 Her face registered slow hurt。
〃I understand the problem； Jack。 The radio is broken。 The snow 。 。 。 but you have to understand Danny's problem。 My God； don't you？ He was nearly catatonic； Jack！ What if he hadn't e out of that？〃
〃But he did；〃 Jack said； a trifle shortly。 He had been frightened at Danny's blank…eyed； slack…faced state too； of course he had。 At first。 But the more he thought about it； the more he wondered if it hadn't been a piece of play…acting put on to escape his punishment。 He had； after all； been trespassing。
〃All the same；〃 she said。 She came to him and sat on the end of the bed by his desk。 Her face was both surprised and worried。 〃Jack； the bruises on his neck！
Something got at him！ And I want him away from it！〃
〃Don't shout；〃 he said。 〃My head aches； Wendy。 I'm as worried about this as you are； so please 。 。 。 don't 。 。 。 shout。〃
〃All right；〃 she said； lowering her voice。 〃I won't shout。 But I don't understand you； Jack。 Someone is in here with us。 And not a very nice someone； either。 We have to get down to Sidewinder； not just Danny but all of us。
Quickly。 And you 。 。 。 you're sitting there reading your play！〃
〃 'We have to get down； we have to get down；' you keep saying that。 You must think I really am Superman。〃
〃I think you're my husband；〃 she said softly； and looked down at her hands。
His temper flared。 He slammed the playscript down； knocking the edges of the pile out of true again and crumpling the sheets on the bottom。
〃It's time you got some of the home truths into you； Wendy。 You don't seem to have internalized them； as the sociologists say。 They're knocking around up in your head like a bunch of loose cueballs。 You need to shoot them into the pockets。 You need to understand that we are snowed in。〃 Danny had suddenly bee active in his bed。 Still sleeping； he had begun to twist and turn。 The way he always did when we fought； Wendy thought dismally。
And we're doing it again。
〃Don't wake him up； Jack。 Please。〃 He glanced over at Danny and some of the flush went out of his cheeks。 〃Okay。
I'm sorry。 I'm sorry I sounded mad； Wendy。 It's not really for you。 But I broke the radio。 If it's anybody's fault it's mine。 That was our big link to the outside。 Olly…oily…in…for…free。 Please e get us； Mister Ranger。 We can't stay out this late。〃
〃Don't；〃 she said； and put a hand on his shoulder。 He leaned his head against it。 She brushed his hair with her other hand。 〃I guess you've got a right； after what I accused you of。 Sometimes I am like my mother。 I can be a bitch。 But you have to understand that some things 。 。 。 are hard to get over。 You have to understand that。〃
〃Do you mean his arm？〃
