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"
One
other
question
.
"
"
I
am
under
no
obligation
to
you
.
"
"
Most
of
the
Overlook
’
s
history
-
savory
and
unsavory
alike
-
I
found
in
a
scrapbook
that
was
in
the
cellar
.
Big
thing
with
white
leather
covers
.
Gold
thread
for
binding
.
Do
you
have
any
idea
whose
scrapbook
that
might
be
?
"
"
None
at
all
.
"
"
Is
it
possible
it
could
have
belonged
to
Grady
?
The
caretaker
who
killed
himself
?
"
"
Mr
.
Torrance
,
"
Ullman
said
in
tones
of
deepest
frost
,
"
I
am
by
no
means
sure
that
Mr
.
Grady
could
read
,
let
alone
dig
out
the
rotten
apples
you
have
been
wasting
my
time
with
.
"
"
I
’
m
thinking
of
writing
a
book
about
the
Overlook
Hotel
.
I
thought
if
I
actually
got
through
it
,
the
owner
of
the
scrapbook
would
like
to
have
an
acknowledgment
at
the
front
.
"
"
I
think
writing
a
book
about
the
Overlook
would
be
very
unwise
,
"
Ullman
said
.
"
Especially
a
book
done
from
your
…
uh
,
point
of
view
.
"
"
Your
opinion
doesn
’
t
surprise
me
.
"
His
headache
was
all
gone
now
.
There
had
been
that
one
flash
of
pain
,
and
that
was
all
.
His
mind
felt
sharp
and
accurate
,
all
the
way
down
to
millimeters
.
It
was
the
way
he
usually
felt
only
when
the
writing
was
going
extremely
well
or
when
he
had
a
threedrink
buzz
on
.
That
was
another
thing
he
had
forgotten
about
Excedrin
;
he
didn
’
t
know
if
it
worked
for
others
,
but
for
him
crunching
three
tablets
was
like
an
instant
high
.
