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When
either
one
spoke
to
the
other
it
was
always
in
the
most
polite
fashion
.
He
would
ask
her
nice
as
you
please
if
he
could
use
her
fountain
pen
to
write
a
request
for
an
Unaccompanied
Leave
from
the
hospital
,
wrote
it
out
in
front
of
her
on
her
desk
,
and
handed
her
the
request
and
the
pen
back
at
the
same
time
with
such
a
nice
,
"
Thank
you
,
"
and
she
would
look
at
it
and
say
just
as
polite
that
she
would
"
take
it
up
with
the
staff
"
--
which
took
maybe
three
minutes
--
and
come
back
to
tell
him
she
certainly
was
sorry
but
a
pass
was
not
considered
therapeutic
at
this
time
.
He
would
thank
her
again
and
walk
out
of
the
Nurses
'
Station
and
blow
that
whistle
loud
enough
to
break
windows
for
miles
,
and
holler
,
"
Practice
,
you
mothers
,
get
that
ball
and
let
's
get
a
little
sweat
rollin
'
.
"
He
'd
been
on
the
ward
a
month
,
long
enough
to
sign
the
bulletin
board
in
the
hall
to
request
a
hearing
in
group
meeting
about
an
Accompanied
Pass
.
He
went
to
the
bulletin
board
with
her
pen
and
put
down
under
TO
BE
ACCOMPANIED
BY
:
"
A
twitch
I
know
from
Portland
named
Candy
Starr
.
"
--
and
ruined
the
pen
point
on
the
period
.
The
pass
request
was
brought
up
in
group
meeting
a
few
days
later
,
the
same
day
,
in
fact
,
that
workmen
put
a
new
glass
window
in
front
of
the
Big
Nurse
's
desk
,
and
after
his
request
had
been
turned
down
on
the
grounds
that
this
Miss
Starr
did
n't
seem
like
the
most
wholesome
person
for
a
patient
to
go
pass
with
,
he
shrugged
and
said
that
's
how
she
bounces
I
guess
,
and
got
up
and
walked
to
the
Nurses
'
Station
,
to
the
window
that
still
had
the
sticker
from
the
glass
company
down
in
the
corner
,
and
ran
his
fist
through
it
again
--
explained
to
the
nurse
while
blood
poured
from
his
fingers
that
he
thought
the
cardboard
had
been
left
out
and
the
frame
was
open
.
"
When
did
they
sneak
that
danged
glass
in
there
?
Why
that
thing
is
a
menace
!
"
The
nurse
taped
his
hand
in
the
station
while
Scanlon
and
Harding
dug
the
cardboard
out
of
the
garbage
and
taped
it
back
in
the
frame
,
using
adhesive
from
the
same
roll
the
nurse
was
bandaging
McMurphy
's
wrist
and
fingers
with
.
McMurphy
sat
on
a
stool
,
grimacing
something
awful
while
he
got
his
cuts
tended
,
winking
at
Scanlon
and
Harding
over
the
nurse
's
head
.
The
expression
on
her
face
was
calm
and
blank
as
enamel
,
but
the
strain
was
beginning
to
show
in
other
ways
.
By
the
way
she
jerked
the
adhesive
tight
as
she
could
,
showing
her
remote
patience
was
n't
what
it
used
to
be
.
We
got
to
go
to
the
gym
and
watch
our
basketball
team
--
Harding
,
Billy
Bibbit
,
Scanlon
,
Fredrickson
,
Martini
,
and
McMurphy
whenever
his
hand
would
stop
bleeding
long
enough
for
him
to
get
in
the
game
--
play
a
team
of
aides
.
Our
two
big
black
boys
played
for
the
aides
.
They
were
the
best
players
on
the
court
,
running
up
and
down
the
floor
together
like
a
pair
of
shadows
in
red
trunks
,
scoring
basket
after
basket
with
mechanical
accuracy
.
Our
team
was
too
short
and
too
slow
,
and
Martini
kept
throwing
passes
to
men
that
nobody
but
him
could
see
,
and
the
aides
beat
us
by
twenty
points
.
But
something
happened
that
let
most
of
us
come
away
feeling
there
'd
been
a
kind
of
victory
,
anyhow
:
in
one
scramble
for
the
ball
our
big
black
boy
named
Washington
got
cracked
with
somebody
's
elbow
,
and
his
team
had
to
hold
him
back
as
he
stood
straining
to
where
McMurphy
was
sitting
on
the
ball
--
not
paying
the
least
bit
of
heed
to
the
thrashing
black
boy
with
red
pouring
out
of
his
big
nose
and
down
his
chest
like
paint
splashed
on
a
blackboard
and
hollering
to
the
guys
holding
him
,
"
He
beggin
'
for
it
!
The
sonabitch
jus
'
beggin
'
for
it
!
"
McMurphy
composed
more
notes
for
the
nurse
to
find
in
the
latrine
with
her
mirror
.
He
wrote
long
outlandish
tales
about
himself
in
the
log
book
and
signed
them
Anon
.
Sometimes
he
slept
till
eight
o'clock
.
She
would
reprimand
him
,
without
heat
at
all
,
and
he
would
stand
and
listen
till
she
was
finished
and
then
destroy
her
whole
effect
by
asking
something
like
did
she
wear
a
B
cup
,
he
wondered
,
or
a
C
cup
,
or
any
ol'
cup
at
all
?
The
other
Acutes
were
beginning
to
follow
his
lead
.
Harding
began
flirting
with
all
the
student
nurses
,
and
Billy
Bibbit
completely
quit
writing
what
he
used
to
call
his
"
observations
"
in
the
log
book
,
and
when
the
window
in
front
of
her
desk
got
replaced
again
,
with
a
big
X
across
it
in
whitewash
to
make
sure
McMurphy
did
n't
have
any
excuse
for
not
knowing
it
was
there
,
Scanlon
did
it
in
by
accidentally
bouncing
our
basketball
through
it
before
the
whitewashed
X
was
even
dry
.
The
ball
punctured
,
and
Martini
picked
it
off
the
floor
like
a
dead
bird
and
carried
it
to
the
nurse
in
the
station
,
where
she
was
staring
at
the
new
splash
of
broken
glass
all
over
her
desk
,
and
asked
could
n't
she
please
fix
it
with
tape
or
something
?
Make
it
well
again
?
Without
a
word
she
jerked
it
out
of
his
hand
and
stuffed
it
in
the
garbage
.
So
,
with
basketball
season
obviously
over
,
McMurphy
decided
fishing
was
the
thing
.
