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There
was
a
small
,
ratcheting
series
of
clicks
,
and
then
the
clock
began
to
tinkle
Strauss
’
s
"
Blue
Danube
Waltz
.
"
A
punched
roll
of
cloth
no
more
than
two
inches
in
width
began
to
unwind
.
A
small
series
of
brass
strikers
rose
and
fell
.
From
behind
the
clockface
two
figures
glided
into
view
along
the
steel
track
,
ballet
dancers
,
on
the
left
a
girl
in
a
fluffy
skirt
and
white
stockings
,
on
the
right
a
boy
in
a
black
leotard
and
ballet
slippers
.
Their
hands
were
held
in
arches
over
their
beads
.
They
came
together
in
the
middle
,
in
front
of
VI
.
Danny
espied
tiny
grooves
in
their
sides
,
just
below
their
armpits
.
The
axis
bar
slipped
into
these
grooves
and
he
heard
another
small
click
.
The
cogs
at
either
end
of
the
bar
began
to
.
turn
.
"
The
Blue
Danube
"
tinkled
.
The
dancers
’
arms
came
down
around
each
other
.
The
boy
flipped
the
girl
up
over
his
head
and
then
whirled
over
the
bar
.
They
were
now
lying
prone
,
the
boy
’
s
head
buried
beneath
the
girl
’
s
short
ballet
skirt
,
the
girl
’
s
face
pressed
against
the
center
of
the
boy
’
s
leotard
.
They
writhed
in
a
mechanical
frenzy
.
Danny
’
s
nose
wrinkled
.
They
were
kissing
peepees
.
That
made
him
feel
sick
.
A
moment
later
and
things
began
to
run
backward
.
The
boy
whirled
back
over
the
axis
bar
.
He
flipped
the
girl
into
an
upright
position
.
They
seemed
to
nod
knowingly
at
each
other
as
their
hands
arched
back
over
their
heads
.
They
retreated
the
way
they
had
come
,
disappearing
just
as
"
The
Blue
Danube
"
finished
.
The
clock
began
to
strike
a
count
of
silver
chimes
.
(
Midnight
!
Stroke
of
midnight
!
)
(
Hooray
for
masks
!
)
Danny
whirled
on
the
chair
,
almost
falling
down
.
The
ballroom
was
empty
.
Beyond
the
double
cathedral
window
he
could
see
fresh
snow
beginning
to
sift
down
.
The
huge
ballroom
rug
(
rolled
up
for
dancing
,
of
course
)
,
a
rich
tangle
of
red
and
gold
embroidery
,
lay
undisturbed
on
the
floor
.
Spaced
around
it
were
small
,
intimate
tables
for
two
,
the
spidery
chairs
that
went
with
each
upended
with
legs
pointing
at
the
ceiling
.
The
whole
place
was
empty
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
really
empty
.
Because
here
in
the
Overlook
things
just
went
on
and
on
.
Here
in
the
Overlook
all
times
were
one
.
There
was
an
endless
night
in
August
of
1945
,
with
laughter
and
drinks
and
a
chosen
shining
few
going
up
and
coming
down
in
the
elevator
,
drinking
champagne
and
popping
party
favors
in
each
other
’
s
faces
.
It
was
a
not
-
yet
-
light
morning
in
June
some
twenty
years
later
and
the
organization
hitters
endlessly
pumped
shotgun
shells
into
the
torn
and
bleeding
bodies
of
three
men
who
went
through
their
agony
endlessly
.
