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Jack

           JohnTorrance,manofletters,esteemedthinker,winnerofthePulitzerPrizeatseventyforhistrenchantbookofmemoirs,MyLifeintheTwentiethCentury.Allanyofthatshitboileddowntowaslivingbyyourwits.

           Livingbyyourwitsisalwaysknowingwherethewaspsare.

           HeputanotherTriscuitintohismouthandcruncheditup.

           Whatitreallycamedownto,hesupposed,wastheirlackoftrustinhim.Theirfailuretobelievethatheknewwhatwasbestforthemandhowtogetit.Hiswifehadtriedtousurphim,firstbyfair

           (sortof)

           means,thenbyfoul.Whenherlittlehintsandwhiningobjectionshadbeenoverturnedbyhisownwell-reasonedarguments,shehadturnedhisboyagainsthim,triedtokillhimwithabottle,andthenhadlockedhim,ofallplaces,inthegoddamnedfuckingpantry.

           Still,asmallinteriorvoicenaggedhim.

           (Yesbutwheredidtheliquorcomefrom?Isn’tthatreallythecentralpoint?Youknowwhathappenswhenyoudrink,youknowitfrombitterexperience.Whenyoudrink,youloseyourwits.)

           HehurledtheboxofTriscuitsacrossthesmallroom.Theystruckashelfofcannedgoodsandfelltothefloor.Helookedatthebox,wipedhislipswithhishand,andthenlookedathiswatch.Itwasalmostsix-thirty.Hehadbeeninhereforhours.Hiswifehadlockedhiminhereandhe’dbeenhereforfuckinghours.

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