That tormented gaze leering into space. Menacing eyes reflecting the horror that resides inside the Overlook Hotel’s fear-stained walls.
This was supposed to be just what Jack needed to finally be able author that book he’s been wanting to write to launch his career. Instead, it spelled his spiraling doom. Evident in the pages of madness he did manage to write. Pages and pages filled with just one repeating line. —
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!”
— Jack Torrance