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"
Jack
,
that
’
s
not
good
enough
.
"
He
found
himself
gaping
at
the
black
receiver
of
the
phone
,
unable
to
believe
what
he
had
surely
heard
.
"
What
?
Al
,
did
you
say
-
?
"
"
I
said
what
I
said
.
How
long
is
far
in
the
future
,
Jack
?
For
you
it
may
be
two
years
,
maybe
five
.
For
me
it
’
s
thirty
or
forty
,
because
I
expect
to
be
associated
with
the
Overlook
for
a
long
time
.
The
thought
of
you
doing
some
sort
of
a
scum
-
job
on
my
hotel
and
passing
it
off
as
a
great
piece
of
American
writing
,
that
makes
me
sick
.
"
Jack
was
speechless
.
"
I
tried
to
help
you
,
Jacky
-
boy
.
We
went
through
the
war
together
,
and
I
thought
I
owed
you
some
help
.
You
remember
the
war
?
"
"
I
remember
it
,
"
he
muttered
,
but
the
coals
of
resentment
had
begun
to
glow
around
his
heart
.
First
Ullman
,
then
Wendy
,
now
Al
.
What
was
this
?
National
Let
’
s
Pick
Jack
Torrance
Apart
Week
?
He
clamped
his
lips
more
tightly
together
,
reached
for
his
cigarettes
,
and
knocked
them
off
onto
the
floor
.
Had
he
ever
liked
this
cheap
prick
talking
to
him
from
his
mahogany
-
lined
den
in
Vermont
?
Had
he
really
?
"
Before
you
hit
that
Hatfield
kid
,
"
Al
was
saying
,
"
I
had
talked
the
Board
out
of
letting
you
go
and
even
had
them
swung
around
to
considering
tenure
.
You
blew
that
one
for
yourself
.
I
got
you
this
hotel
thing
,
a
nice
quiet
place
for
you
to
get
yourself
together
,
finish
your
play
,
and
wait
it
out
until
Harry
Effinger
and
I
could
convince
the
rest
of
those
guys
that
they
made
a
big
mistake
.
Now
it
looks
like
you
want
to
chew
my
arm
off
on
your
way
to
a
bigger
killing
.
Is
that
the
way
you
say
thanks
to
your
friends
,
Jack
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
whispered
.
