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(
-
they
found
him
in
the
wreck
with
his
hand
on
the
throttle
,
he
was
scalded
to
death
by
the
steam
.
)
He
stepped
away
from
the
boiler
,
breathing
hard
,
trembling
.
He
looked
at
his
hands
and
saw
that
blisters
were
already
rising
on
his
palms
.
Hell
with
the
blisters
,
he
thought
,
and
laughed
shakily
.
He
had
almost
died
with
his
hand
on
the
throttle
,
like
Casey
the
engineer
in
"
The
Wreck
of
the
Old
97
.
"
Worse
still
,
he
would
have
killed
the
Overlook
.
The
final
crashing
failure
.
He
had
failed
as
a
teacher
,
a
writer
,
a
husband
,
and
a
father
.
He
had
even
failed
as
a
drunk
.
But
you
couldn
’
t
do
much
better
in
the
old
failure
category
than
to
blow
up
the
building
you
were
supposed
to
be
taking
care
of
.
And
this
was
no
ordinary
building
.
By
no
means
Christ
,
but
he
needed
a
drink
.
The
press
had
dropped
down
to
eighty
psi
.
Cautiously
,
wincing
a
little
at
the
pain
in
his
hands
,
he
closed
the
dump
valve
again
.
But
from
now
on
the
boiler
would
have
to
be
watched
more
closely
than
ever
.
It
might
have
been
seriously
weakened
.
He
wouldn
’
t
trust
it
at
more
than
one
hundred
psi
for
the
rest
of
the
winter
.
And
if
they
were
a
little
chilly
,
they
would
just
have
to
grin
and
bear
it
.
He
had
broken
two
of
the
blisters
.
His
hands
throbbed
like
rotten
teeth
.
A
drink
.
A
drink
would
fix
him
up
,
and
there
wasn
’
t
a
thing
in
the
goddamn
house
besides
cooking
sherry
.
At
this
point
a
drink
would
be
medicinal
.
That
was
just
it
,
by
God
.
An
anesthetic
.
He
had
done
his
duty
and
now
he
could
use
a
little
anesthetic
-
something
stronger
than
Excedrin
.
But
there
was
nothing
.
He
remembered
bottles
glittering
in
the
shadows
.
He
had
saved
the
hotel
.
The
hotel
would
want
to
reward
him
.
He
felt
sure
of
it
.
He
took
his
handkerchief
out
of
his
back
pocket
and
went
to
the
stairs
.
He
rubbed
at
his
mouth
.
Just
a
little
drink
.
Just
one
.
To
ease
the
pain
.
He
had
served
the
Overlook
,
and
now
the
Overlook
would
serve
him
.
He
was
sure
of
it
.
His
feet
on
the
stair
risers
were
quick
and
eager
,
the
hurrying
steps
of
a
man
who
has
come
home
from
a
long
and
bitter
war
.
It
was
5
:
20
A
.
M
.
,
MST
.
