e　the　batwing　doors　leading　into　the

Colorado　Lounge；　his　head　cocked；　listening。　He　was　smiling　faintly。

Around　him；　he　could　hear　the　Overlook　Hotel　ing　to　life。

It　was　hard　to　say　just　how　he　knew；　but　he　guessed　it　wasn't　greatly

different　from　the　perceptions　Danny　had　from　time　to　time　。。。　like　father；

like　son。　Wasn't　that　how　it　was　popularly　expressed？

It　wasn't　a　perception　of　sight　or　sound；　although　it　was　very　near　to　those

things；　separated　from　those　senses　by　the　filmiest　of　perceptual　curtains。　It

was　as　if　another　Overlook　now　lay　scant　inches　beyond　this　one；　separated　from

the　real　world　（if　there　is　such　a　thing　as　a　〃real　world；〃　Jack　thought）　but

gradually　ing　into　balance　with　it。　He　was　reminded　of　the　3…D　movies　he'd

seen　as　a　kid。　If　you　looked　at　the　screen　without　the　special　glasses；　you　saw

a　double　image　—　the　sort　of　thing　he　was　feeling　now。　But　when　you　put　the

glasses　on；　it　made　sense。

All　the　hotel's　eras　were　together　now；　all　but　this　current　one；　the　Torrance

Era。　And　this　would　be　together　with　the　rest　very　soon　now。　That　was　good。　That

was　very　good。

He　could　almost　hear　the　self…important　ding！ding！　of　the　silver…plated　bell

on　the　registration　desk；　summoning　bellboys　to　the　front　as　men　in　the

fashionable　flannels　of　the　1920s　checked　in　and　men　in　fashionable　1940s

double…breasted　pinstripes　checked　out。　There　would　be　three　nuns　sitting　in

front　of　the　fireplace　as　they　waited　for　the　check…out　line　to　thin；　and

standing　behind　them；　nattily　dressed　with　diamond　stickpins　holding　their　blue…

and…white…figured　ties；　Charles　Grondin　and　Vito　Gienelli　discussed　profi