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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