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ky…high someday； and I just hope that fat fuck's here to ride the rocket。 God； I wish I could be as charitable as my mother was。 She could see the good in everyone。 Me； I'm just as mean as a snake with the shingles。 What the fuck； a man can't help his nature。
〃Now you got to remember to e down here twice a day and once at night before you rack in。 You got to check the press。 If you forget； it'll just creep and creep and like as not you an your fambly'll wake up on the fuckin moon。 You just dump her off a little and you'll have no trouble。〃
〃What's top end？〃
〃Oh； she's rated for two…fifty； but she'd blow long before that now。 You couldn't get me to e down an stand next to her when that dial was up to one hundred and eighty。〃
〃There's no automatic shutdown？〃
〃No； there ain't。 This was built before such things were required。 Federal government's into everything these days； ain't it？ FBI openin mail； CIA buggin the goddam phones 。 。 。 and look what happened to that Nixon。 Wasn't that a sorry sight？
〃But if you just e down here regular an check the press； you'll be fine。 An remember to switch those ducks around like he wants。 Won't none of the rooms get much above forty…five unless we have an amazin warm winter。 And you'll have your own apartment just as warm as you like it。〃
〃What about the plumbing？〃
〃Okay； I was just getting to that。 Over here through this arch。〃 They walked into a long； rectangular room that seemed to stretch for miles。
Watson pulled a cord and a single seventyfive…watt bulb cast a sickish； swinging glow over the area they were standing in。 Straight ahead was the bottom of the elevator shaft； heavy greased cables descending to pulleys twenty feet in diameter and a huge； grease…clogged motor。 Newspapers were everywhere； bundled and banded and boxed。 Other cartons were marked Records or Invoices or Receipts… SAV1 The smell was yellow and moldy。 Some of the cartons were falling apart； spilling yellow flimsy sheets that might have been twenty years old out onto the floor。 Jack stared around； fascinated。 The Overlook's entire history might be here； buried in these rotting cartons。
〃That elevator's a bitch to keep runnin；〃 Watson said； jerking his thumb at it。 〃I know Ullman's buying the state elevator inspector a few fancy dinners to keep the repairman away from that fucker。
〃Now； here's your central plumbin core。〃 In front of them five large pipes； each of them wrapped in insulation and cinched with steel bands； rose into the shadows and out of sight。
Watson pointed to a cobwebby shelf beside the utility shaft。 There were a number of greasy rags on it； and a looseleaf binder。 〃That there is all your plumbin schematics；〃 he said。 〃I don't think you'll have any trouble with leaks…never has been…but sometimes the pipes freeze up。 Only way to stop that is to run the faucets a little bit durin the nights； but there's over four hundred taps in this fuckin palace。 That fat fairy upstairs would scream all the way to Denver when he saw the water bill。 Ain't that right？〃
〃I'd say that's a remarkably astute analysis。〃 Watson looked at him admiringly。 〃Say； you really are a college fella aren't you？ Talk just like a book。 I admire that； as long as the fella ain't one of those fairy…boys。 Lots of em are。 You know who stirred up all those college riots a few years ago？ The hommasexshuls； that's who。 They get frustrated an have to cut loose。 in out of the closet； they call it。 Holy shit； I don't know what the world's in to。
〃Now； if she freezes； she most likely gonna freeze right up in this shaft。 No heat； you see。 If it happens； use this。〃 He reached into a broken orange crate and produced a small gas torch。
〃You just unstrap the insulation when you find the ice plug and put the heat right to her。 Get it？〃
〃Yes。 But what if a pipe freezes outside the utility core？〃
〃That won't happen if you're doin your job and keepin the place heated。 You can't get to the other pipes anyway。 Don't you fret about it。 You'll have no trouble。 Beastly place down here。 Cobwebby。 Gives me the horrors； it does。〃
〃Ullman said the first winter caretaker killed his family and himself。〃
〃Yeah； that guy Grady。 He was a bad actor； I knew that the minute I saw him。
Always grinnin like an egg…suck dog。 That was when they were just startin out here and that fat fuck Ullman； he woulda hired the Boston Strangler if he'd've worked for minimum wage。 Was a ranger from the National Park that found em； the phone was out。 All of em up in the west wing on the third floor； froze solid。
Too bad about the little girls。 Eight and six； they was。 Cute as cut…buttons。
Oh； that was a hell of a mess。 That Ullman； he manages some honky…tonky resort place down in Florida in the off…season； and he caught a plane up to Denver and hired a sleigh to take him up here from Sidewinder because the roads were closed…a sleigh； can you believe that？ He about split a gut tryin to keep it out of the papers。 Did pretty well； I got to give him that。 There was an item in the Denver Post； and of course the bituary in that pissant little rag they have down in Estes Park； but that was just about all。 Pretty good； considerin the reputation this place has got。 I expected some reporter would dig it all up again and just sorta put Grady in it as an excuse to rake over the scandals。〃
〃What scandals？〃 Watson shrugged。 〃Any big hotels have got scandals；〃 he said。 〃Just like every big hotel has got a ghost。 Why？ Hell； people e and go。 Sometimes one of em will pop off in his room； heart attack or stroke or something like that。 Hotels are superstitious places。 No thirteenth floor or room thirteen； no mirrors on the back of the door you e in through； stuff like that。 Why； we lost a lady just this last July。 Ullman had to take care of that； and you can bet your ass he did。 That's what they pay him twenty…two thousand bucks a season for； and as much as I dislike the little prick； he earns it。 It's like some people just e here to throw up and they hire a guy like Ullman to clean up the messes。 Here's this woman； must be sixty fuckin years old…my age！…and her hair's dyed just as red as a whore's stoplight； tits saggin just about down to her belly button on account of she ain't wearin no brassy…ear； big varycoarse veins all up and down her legs so they look like a couple of goddam roadmaps； the jools drippin off her neck and arms an hangin out her ears。 And she's got this kid with her； he can't be no more than seventeen； with hair down to his asshole and his crotch bulgin 'like he stuffed it with the funnypages。 So they're here a week； ten days maybe； and every night it's the same drill。 Down in the Colorado Lounge from five to seven； her suckin up singapore slings like they're gonna outlaw em tomorrow and him with just the one bottle of Olympia； suckin it； makin it last。
And she'd be makin jokes and sayin all these witty things； and every time she said one he'd grin just like a fuckin ape； like she had strings tied to the corners of his mouth。 Only after a few days you could see it was gettin harder an harder for him to grin； and God knows what he had to think about to get his pump primed by bedtim