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The
way
the
Big
Nurse
acted
so
confident
in
that
staff
meeting
,
that
worried
me
for
a
while
,
but
it
did
n't
make
any
difference
to
McMurphy
.
All
weekend
,
and
the
next
week
,
he
was
just
as
hard
on
her
and
her
black
boys
as
he
ever
was
,
and
the
patients
were
loving
it
.
He
'd
won
his
bet
;
he
'd
got
the
nurse
's
goat
the
way
he
said
he
would
,
and
had
collected
on
it
,
but
that
did
n't
stop
him
from
going
right
ahead
and
acting
like
he
always
had
,
hollering
up
and
down
the
hall
,
laughing
at
the
black
boys
,
frustrating
the
whole
staff
,
even
going
so
far
as
to
step
up
to
the
Big
Nurse
in
the
hall
one
time
and
ask
her
,
if
she
did
n't
mind
tellin
'
,
just
what
was
the
actual
inch-by-inch
measurement
on
them
great
big
of
breasts
that
she
did
her
best
to
conceal
but
never
could
.
She
walked
right
on
past
,
ignoring
him
just
like
she
chose
to
ignore
the
way
nature
had
tagged
her
with
those
outsized
badges
of
femininity
,
just
like
she
was
above
him
,
and
sex
,
and
everything
else
that
's
weak
and
of
the
flesh
.
When
she
posted
work
assignments
on
the
bulletin
board
,
and
he
read
that
she
'd
given
him
latrine
duty
,
he
went
to
her
office
and
knocked
on
that
window
of
hers
and
personally
thanked
her
for
the
honor
,
and
told
her
he
'd
think
of
her
every
time
he
swabbed
out
a
urinal
.
She
told
him
that
was
n't
necessary
;
just
do
his
work
and
that
would
be
sufficient
,
thank
you
.
The
most
work
he
did
on
them
was
to
run
a
brush
around
the
bowls
once
or
twice
apiece
,
singing
some
song
as
loud
as
he
could
in
time
to
the
swishing
brush
;
then
he
'd
splash
in
some
Clorox
and
he
'd
be
through
.
"
That
's
clean
enough
,
"
he
'd
tell
the
black
boy
who
got
after
him
for
the
way
he
hurried
through
his
job
,
"
maybe
not
clean
enough
for
some
people
,
but
myself
I
plan
to
piss
in
'
em
,
not
eat
lunch
out
of
'
em
.
"
And
when
the
Big
Nurse
gave
in
to
the
black
boy
's
frustrated
pleading
and
came
in
to
check
McMurphy
's
cleaning
assignment
personally
,
she
brought
a
little
compact
mirror
and
she
held
it
under
the
rim
of
the
bowls
.
She
walked
along
shaking
her
head
and
saying
,
"
Why
,
this
is
an
outrage
...
an
outrage
...
"
at
every
bowl
.
McMurphy
sidled
right
along
beside
her
,
winking
down
his
nose
and
saying
in
answer
,
"
No
;
that
's
a
toilet
bowl
...
a
toilet
bowl
.
"
But
she
did
n't
lose
control
again
,
or
even
act
at
all
like
she
might
.
She
would
get
after
him
about
the
toilets
,
using
that
same
terrible
,
slow
,
patient
pressure
she
used
on
everybody
,
as
he
stood
there
in
front
of
her
,
looking
like
a
little
kid
getting
a
bawling
out
,
hanging
his
head
,
and
the
toe
of
one
boot
on
top
of
the
other
,
saying
,
"
I
try
and
try
,
ma'am
,
but
I
'm
afraid
I
'll
never
make
my
mark
as
head
man
of
the
crappers
.
"
Once
he
wrote
something
on
a
slip
of
paper
,
strange
writing
that
looked
like
a
foreign
alphabet
,
and
stuck
it
up
under
one
of
those
toilet
bowl
rims
with
a
wad
of
gum
;
when
she
came
to
that
toilet
with
her
mirror
she
gave
a
short
gasp
at
what
she
read
reflected
and
dropped
her
mirror
in
the
toilet
.
But
she
did
n't
lose
control
.
That
doll
's
face
and
that
doll
's
smile
were
forged
in
confidence
.
She
stood
up
from
the
toilet
bowl
and
gave
him
a
look
that
would
peel
paint
and
told
him
it
was
his
job
to
make
the
latrine
cleaner
,
not
dirtier
.
Actually
,
there
was
n't
much
cleaning
of
any
kind
getting
done
on
the
ward
.
As
soon
as
it
came
time
in
the
afternoon
when
the
schedule
called
for
house
duties
,
it
was
also
time
for
the
baseball
games
to
be
on
TV
,
and
everybody
went
and
lined
the
chairs
up
in
front
of
the
set
and
they
did
n't
move
out
of
them
until
dinner
.
It
did
n't
make
any
difference
that
the
power
was
shut
off
in
the
Nurses
'
Station
and
we
could
n't
see
a
thing
but
that
blank
gray
screen
,
because
McMurphy
'd
entertain
us
for
hours
,
sit
and
talk
and
tell
all
kinds
of
stories
,
like
how
he
made
a
thousand
dollars
in
one
month
driving
truck
for
a
gyppo
outfit
and
then
lost
every
penny
of
it
to
some
Canadian
in
an
ax-throwing
contest
,
or
how
he
and
a
buddy
slick-tongued
a
guy
into
riding
a
brahma
bull
at
a
rodeo
in
Albany
,
into
riding
him
while
he
wore
a
blindfold
:
"
Not
the
bull
,
I
mean
,
the
guy
had
on
the
blindfold
.
"
They
told
the
guy
that
the
blindfold
would
keep
him
from
getting
dizzy
when
the
bull
went
to
spinning
;
then
,
when
they
got
a
bandanna
wrapped
around
his
eyes
to
where
he
could
n't
see
,
they
set
him
on
that
bull
backward
.
McMurphy
told
it
a
couple
of
times
and
slapped
his
thigh
with
his
hat
and
laughed
everytime
he
remembered
it
.
"
Blindfolded
and
backwards
...
And
I
'm
a
sonofagun
if
he
did
n't
stay
the
limit
and
won
the
purse
.
And
I
was
second
;
if
he
'd
been
throwed
I
'd
of
took
first
and
a
neat
little
purse
.
I
swear
the
next
time
I
pull
a
stunt
like
that
I
'll
blindfold
the
damn
bull
instead
.
"
Whack
his
leg
and
throw
back
his
head
and
laugh
and
laugh
,
digging
his
thumb
into
the
ribs
of
whoever
was
sitting
next
to
him
,
trying
to
get
him
to
laugh
too
.
