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that　would　go　on　all　night　　a　sound　they　would　get　to　know　well。　Flakes　of　snow

swirled　and　danced　across　the　porch。　The　Overlook　faced　it　as　it　had　for　nearly

three　quarters　of　a　century；　its　darkened　windows　now　bearded　with　snow；

indifferent　to　the　fact　that　it　was　now　cut　off　from　the　world。　Or　possibly　it

was　pleased　with　the　prospect。　Inside　its　shell　the　three　of　them　went　about

their　early　evening　routine；　like　microbes　trapped　in　the　intestine　of　a

monster。

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INSIDE　217

A　week　and　a　half　later　two　feet　of　snow　lay　white　and　crisp　and　even　on　the

grounds　of　the　Overlook　Hotel。　The　hedge　menagerie　was　buried　up　to　its

haunches；　the　rabbit；　frozen　on　its　hind　legs；　seemed　to　be　rising　from　a　white

pool。　Some　of　the　drifts　were　over　five　feet　deep。　The　wind　was　constantly

changing　them；　sculpting　them　into　sinuous；　dunelike　shapes。　Twice　Jack　had

snowshoed　clumsily　around　to　the　equipment　shed　for　his　shovel　to　clear　the

porch；　the　third　time　he　shrugged；　simply　cleared　a　path　through　the　towering

drift　lying　against　the　door；　and　let　Danny　amuse　himself　by　sledding　to　the

right　and　left　of　the　path。　The　truly　heroic　drifts　lay　against　the　Overlook's

west　side；　some　of　them　towered　to　a　height　of　twenty　feet；　and　beyond　them　the

ground　was　scoured　bare　to　the　grass　by　the　constant　windflow。　The　first…floor

windows　were　covered；　and　the　view　from　the　dining　room　which　Jack　had　so

admired　on　closing　day　was　now　no　more　exciting　than　a　view　of　a　blank　movie

screen。　Their　phone　had　been　out　for　the　last　eight　days；　and　the　CB　radio　in

Ullman's　office　was　now　their　only　munications　link　with　the　outside　wor