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Nobody
can
make
out
what
he
's
driving
at
,
or
why
he
's
making
such
a
fuss
with
meeting
everybody
,
but
it
's
better
'n
mixing
jigsaw
puzzles
.
He
keeps
saying
it
's
a
necessary
thing
to
get
around
and
meet
the
men
he
'll
be
dealing
with
,
part
of
a
gambler
's
job
.
But
he
must
know
he
ai
n't
going
to
be
dealing
with
no
eighty-year-old
organic
who
could
n't
do
any
more
with
a
playing
card
than
put
it
in
his
mouth
and
gum
it
awhile
.
Yet
he
looks
like
he
's
enjoying
himself
,
like
he
's
the
sort
of
guy
that
gets
a
laugh
out
of
people
.
I
'm
the
last
one
.
Still
strapped
in
the
chair
in
the
corner
.
McMurphy
stops
when
he
gets
to
me
and
hooks
his
thumbs
in
his
pockets
again
and
leans
back
to
laugh
,
like
he
sees
something
funnier
about
me
than
about
anybody
else
.
All
of
a
sudden
I
was
scared
he
was
laughing
because
he
knew
the
way
I
was
sitting
there
with
my
knees
pulled
up
and
my
arms
wrapped
around
them
,
staring
straight
ahead
as
though
I
could
n't
hear
a
thing
,
was
all
an
act
.
"
Hooeee
,
"
he
said
,
"
look
what
we
got
here
.
"
I
remember
all
this
part
real
clear
.
I
remember
the
way
he
closed
one
eye
and
tipped
his
head
back
and
looked
down
across
that
healing
wine-colored
scar
on
his
nose
,
laughing
at
me
.
I
thought
at
first
that
he
was
laughing
because
of
how
funny
it
looked
,
an
Indian
's
face
and
black
,
oily
Indian
's
hair
on
somebody
like
me
.
I
thought
maybe
he
was
laughing
at
how
weak
I
looked
.
But
then
's
when
I
remember
thinking
that
he
was
laughing
because
he
was
n't
fooled
for
one
minute
by
my
deaf-and-dumb
act
;
it
did
n't
make
any
difference
how
cagey
the
act
was
,
he
was
onto
me
and
was
laughing
and
winking
to
let
me
know
it
.
"
What
's
your
story
,
Big
Chief
?
You
look
like
Sittin
'
Bull
on
a
sitdown
strike
.
"
He
looked
over
to
the
Acutes
to
see
if
they
might
laugh
about
his
joke
;
when
they
just
sniggered
he
looked
back
to
me
and
winked
again
.
"
What
's
your
name
,
Chief
?
"
Billy
Bibbit
called
across
the
room
.
"
His
n-n-name
is
Bromden
.
Chief
Bromden
.
Everybody
calls
him
Chief
Buh-Broom
,
though
,
because
the
aides
have
him
sweeping
a
l-large
part
of
the
time
.
There
's
not
m-much
else
he
can
do
,
I
guess
.
He
's
deaf
.
"
Billy
put
his
chin
in
hands
.
"
If
I
was
d-d-deaf
"
--
he
sighed
--
"
I
would
kill
myself
.
"
McMurphy
kept
looking
at
me
.
"
He
gets
his
growth
,
he
'll
be
pretty
good-sized
,
wo
n't
he
?
I
wonder
how
tall
he
is
.
"
"
I
think
somebody
m-m-measured
him
once
at
s-six
feet
seven
;
but
even
if
he
is
big
,
he
's
scared
of
his
own
sh-sh-shadow
.
Just
a
bi-big
deaf
Indian
.
"
"
When
I
saw
him
sittin
'
here
I
thought
he
looked
some
Indian
.
But
Bromden
ai
n't
an
Indian
name
.
What
tribe
is
he
?
"
