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He
stopped
in
front
of
her
window
and
he
said
in
his
slowest
,
deepest
drawl
how
he
figured
he
could
use
one
of
the
smokes
he
bought
this
mornin
'
,
then
ran
his
hand
through
the
glass
.
The
glass
came
apart
like
water
splashing
,
and
the
nurse
threw
her
hands
to
her
ears
.
He
got
one
of
the
cartons
of
cigarettes
with
his
name
on
it
and
took
out
a
pack
,
then
put
it
back
and
turned
to
where
the
Big
Nurse
was
sitting
like
a
chalk
statue
and
very
tenderly
went
to
brushing
the
slivers
of
glass
off
her
hat
and
shoulders
.
"
I
'm
sure
sorry
,
ma'am
,
"
he
said
.
"
Gawd
but
I
am
.
That
window
glass
was
so
spick
and
span
I
completely
forgot
it
was
there
.
"
It
took
just
a
couple
of
seconds
.
He
turned
and
left
her
sitting
there
with
her
face
shifting
and
jerking
and
walked
back
across
the
day
room
to
his
chair
,
lighting
up
a
cigarette
.
The
ringing
that
was
in
my
head
had
stopped
.
After
that
,
McMurphy
had
things
his
way
for
a
good
long
while
.
The
nurse
was
biding
her
time
till
another
idea
came
to
her
that
would
put
her
on
top
again
.
She
knew
she
'd
lost
one
big
round
and
was
losing
another
,
but
she
was
n't
in
any
hurry
.
For
one
thing
,
she
was
n't
about
to
recommend
release
;
the
fight
could
go
on
as
long
as
she
wanted
,
till
he
made
a
mistake
or
till
he
just
gave
out
,
or
until
she
could
come
up
with
some
new
tactic
that
would
put
her
back
on
top
in
everybody
's
eyes
.
A
good
lot
happened
before
she
came
up
with
that
new
tactic
.
After
McMurphy
was
drawn
out
of
what
you
might
call
a
short
retirement
and
had
announced
he
was
back
in
the
hassle
by
breaking
out
her
personal
window
,
he
made
things
on
the
ward
pretty
interesting
.
He
took
part
in
every
meeting
,
every
discussion
--
drawling
,
winking
,
joking
his
best
to
wheedle
a
skinny
laugh
out
of
some
Acute
who
'd
been
scared
to
grin
since
he
was
twelve
.
He
got
together
enough
guys
for
a
basketball
team
and
some
way
talked
the
doctor
into
letting
him
bring
a
ball
back
from
the
gym
to
get
the
team
used
to
handling
it
.
The
nurse
objected
,
said
the
next
thing
they
'd
be
playing
soccer
in
the
day
room
and
polo
games
up
and
down
the
hall
,
but
the
doctor
held
firm
for
once
and
said
let
them
go
.
"
A
number
of
the
players
,
Miss
Ratched
,
have
shown
marked
progress
since
that
basketball
team
was
organized
;
I
think
it
has
proven
its
therapeutic
value
.
"
She
looked
at
him
a
while
in
amazement
.
So
he
was
doing
a
little
muscle-flexing
too
.
She
marked
the
tone
of
his
voice
for
later
,
for
when
her
time
came
again
,
and
just
nodded
and
went
to
sit
in
her
Nurses
'
Station
and
fiddle
with
the
controls
on
her
equipment
.
The
janitors
had
put
a
cardboard
in
the
frame
over
her
desk
till
they
could
get
another
window
pane
cut
to
fit
,
and
she
sat
there
behind
it
every
day
like
it
was
n't
even
there
,
just
like
she
could
still
see
right
into
the
day
room
.
Behind
that
square
of
cardboard
she
was
like
a
picture
turned
to
the
wall
.
She
waited
,
without
comment
,
while
McMurphy
continued
to
run
around
the
halls
in
the
mornings
in
his
white-whale
shorts
,
or
pitched
pennies
in
the
dorms
,
or
ran
up
and
down
the
hall
blowing
a
nickel-plated
ref
's
whistle
,
teaching
Acutes
the
fast
break
from
ward
door
to
the
Seclusion
Room
at
the
other
end
,
the
ball
pounding
in
the
corridor
like
cannon
shots
and
McMurphy
roaring
like
a
sergeant
,
"
Drive
,
you
puny
mothers
,
drive
!
"
