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It
was
so
unfair
that
things
should
turn
out
this
way
-
bad
luck
seemed
to
stalk
them
.
They
hadn
’
t
been
able
to
shake
it
by
coming
up
here
after
all
.
By
the
time
they
arrived
in
Sidewinder
tomorrow
afternoon
,
the
golden
opportunity
would
have
evaporated
-
gone
the
way
of
the
blue
suede
shoe
,
as
an
old
roommate
of
his
had
been
wont
to
say
.
Consider
the
difference
if
they
didn
’
t
go
down
,
if
they
could
somehow
stick
it
out
.
The
play
would
get
finished
.
One
way
or
the
other
,
he
would
tack
an
ending
onto
it
.
His
own
uncertainty
about
his
characters
might
add
an
appealing
touch
of
ambiguity
to
his
original
ending
.
Perhaps
it
would
even
make
him
some
money
,
it
wasn
’
t
impossible
.
Even
lacking
that
,
Al
might
well
convince
the
Stovington
Board
to
rehire
him
.
He
would
be
on
pro
of
course
,
maybe
for
as
long
as
three
years
,
but
if
he
could
stay
sober
and
keep
writing
,
he
might
not
have
to
stay
at
Stovington
for
three
years
.
Of
course
he
hadn
’
t
cared
much
for
Stovington
before
,
he
had
felt
stifled
,
buried
alive
,
but
that
had
been
an
immature
reaction
.
Furthermore
,
how
much
could
a
man
enjoy
teaching
when
he
went
through
his
first
three
classes
with
a
skull
-
busting
hangover
every
second
or
third
day
?
It
wouldn
’
t
be
that
way
again
.
He
would
be
able
to
handle
his
responsibilities
much
better
.
He
was
sure
of
it
.
Somewhere
in
the
midst
of
that
thought
,
things
began
to
break
up
and
he
drifted
down
into
sleep
.
His
last
thought
followed
him
down
like
a
sounding
bell
:
It
seemed
that
he
might
be
able
to
find
peace
here
.
At
last
.
If
they
would
only
let
him
.
*
*
*
When
he
woke
up
he
was
standing
in
the
bathroom
of
217
.
(
been
walking
in
my
sleep
again
-
why
?
-
no
radios
to
break
up
here
)
The
bathroom
light
was
on
,
the
room
behind
him
in
darkness
.
The
shower
curtain
was
drawn
around
the
long
claw
-
footed
tub
.
The
bathmat
beside
it
was
wrinkled
and
wet
.
He
began
to
feel
afraid
,
but
the
very
dreamlike
quality
of
his
fear
told
him
this
was
not
real
.
Yet
that
could
not
contain
the
fear
.
So
many
things
at
the
Overlook
seemed
like
dreams
.
He
moved
across
the
floor
to
the
tub
,
not
wanting
to
be
helpless
to
turn
his
feet
back
.
