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Says
Work
Begun
by
JFK
Will
Go
Forward
in
Coming
Year
The
paper
was
the
Rocky
Mountain
News
,
dated
December
19
,
1963
.
He
dropped
it
back
onto
its
pile
.
He
supposed
he
was
fascinated
by
that
commonplace
sense
of
history
that
anyone
can
feel
glancing
through
the
fresh
news
of
ten
or
twenty
years
ago
.
He
found
gaps
in
the
piled
newspapers
and
records
;
nothing
from
1937
to
1945
,
from
1957
to
1960
,
from
1962
to
1963
.
Periods
when
the
hotel
had
been
closed
,
he
guessed
.
When
it
had
been
between
suckers
grabbing
for
the
brass
ring
.
Ullman
’
s
explanations
of
the
Overlook
’
s
checkered
career
still
didn
’
t
ring
quite
true
to
him
.
It
seemed
that
the
Overlooks
spectacular
location
alone
should
have
guaranteed
its
continuing
success
.
There
had
always
been
an
American
jetset
,
even
before
jets
were
invented
,
and
it
seemed
to
Jack
that
the
Overlook
should
have
been
one
of
the
bases
they
touched
in
their
migrations
.
It
even
sounded
right
.
The
Waldorf
in
May
,
the
Bar
Harbor
House
in
June
and
July
,
the
Overlook
in
August
and
early
September
,
before
moving
on
to
Bermuda
,
Havana
,
Rio
,
wherever
.
He
found
a
pile
of
old
desk
registers
and
they
bore
him
out
.
Nelson
Rockefeller
in
1950
.
Henry
Ford
amp
;
Fam
.
in
1927
.
Jean
Harlow
in
1930
.
Clark
Gable
and
Carole
Lombard
.
In
1956
the
whole
top
floor
had
been
taken
for
a
week
by
"
Darryl
F
.
Zanuck
amp
;
Party
.
"
The
money
must
have
rolled
down
the
corridors
and
into
the
cash
registers
like
a
twentieth
-
century
Comstock
Lode
.
The
management
must
have
been
spectacularly
bad
.
There
was
history
here
,
all
right
,
and
not
just
in
newspaper
headlines
.
It
was
buried
between
the
entries
in
these
ledgers
and
account
books
and
room
-
service
chits
where
you
couldn
’
t
quite
see
it
.
In
1922
Warren
G
.
Harding
had
ordered
a
whole
salmon
at
ten
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
,
and
a
case
of
Coors
beer
.
But
whom
had
he
been
eating
and
drinking
with
?
Had
it
been
a
poker
game
?
A
strategy
session
?
What
?
Jack
glanced
at
his
watch
and
was
surprised
to
see
that
forty
-
five
minutes
had
somehow
slipped
by
since
he
had
come
down
here
.
His
hands
and
arms
were
grimy
,
and
he
probably
smelled
bad
.
He
decided
to
go
up
and
take
a
shower
before
Wendy
and
Danny
got
back
.
He
walked
slowly
between
the
mountains
of
paper
,
his
mind
alive
and
ticking
over
possibilities
in
a
speedy
way
that
was
exhilarating
.
He
hadn
’
t
felt
this
way
in
years
.
It
suddenly
seemed
that
the
book
he
had
semijokingly
promised
himself
might
really
happen
.
It
might
even
be
right
here
,
buried
in
these
untidy
heaps
of
paper
.
It
could
be
a
work
of
fiction
,
or
history
,
or
both
-
a
long
book
exploding
out
of
this
central
place
in
a
hundred
directions
.
