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McMurphy
heard
the
black
boy
muttering
to
himself
and
woke
and
rolled
up
to
one
elbow
to
look
at
what
he
was
up
to
at
this
hour
down
on
his
knees
under
my
bed
.
He
watched
the
black
boy
a
minute
,
rubbing
his
eyes
to
be
sure
of
what
he
was
seeing
,
just
like
you
see
little
kids
rub
their
eyes
;
then
he
sat
up
completely
.
"
I
will
be
a
sonofabitch
if
he
ai
n't
in
here
at
eleven-thirty
at
night
,
fartin
'
around
in
the
dark
with
a
pair
of
scissors
and
a
paper
sack
.
"
The
black
boy
jumped
and
swung
his
flashlight
up
in
McMurphy
's
eyes
.
"
Now
tell
me
,
Sam
:
what
the
devil
are
you
collectin
'
that
needs
the
cover
of
night
?
"
"
Go
back
to
sleep
,
McMurphy
.
It
do
n't
concern
nobody
else
.
"
McMurphy
let
his
lips
spread
in
a
slow
grin
,
but
he
did
n't
look
away
from
the
light
.
The
black
boy
got
uneasy
after
about
half
a
minute
of
shining
that
light
on
McMurphy
sitting
there
,
on
that
glossy
new-healed
scar
and
those
teeth
and
that
tattooed
panther
on
his
shoulder
,
and
took
the
light
away
.
He
bent
back
to
his
work
,
grunting
and
puffing
like
it
was
a
mighty
effort
prying
off
dried
gum
.
"
One
of
the
duties
of
a
night
aide
,
"
he
explained
between
grunts
,
trying
to
sound
friendly
,
"
is
to
keep
the
bedside
area
cleaned
up
.
"
"
In
the
dead
of
night
?
"
"
McMurphy
,
we
got
a
thing
posted
called
a
Job
Description
,
say
cleanliness
is
a
twenty-fo
'
-
hour
job
!
"
"
You
might
of
done
your
twenty-four
hours
'
worth
before
we
got
in
bed
,
do
n't
you
think
,
instead
of
sittin
'
out
there
watching
TV
till
ten-thirty
.
Does
Old
Lady
Ratched
know
you
boys
watch
TV
most
of
your
shift
?
What
do
you
reckon
she
'd
do
if
she
found
out
about
that
?
"
The
black
boy
got
up
and
sat
on
the
edge
of
my
bed
.
He
tapped
the
flashlight
against
his
teeth
,
grinning
and
giggling
.
The
light
lit
his
face
up
like
a
black
jack
o'lantern
.
"
Well
,
let
me
tell
you
about
this
gum
,
"
he
said
and
leaned
close
to
McMurphy
like
an
old
chum
.
"
You
see
,
for
years
I
been
wondering
where
Chief
Bromden
got
his
chewin
'
gum
--
never
havin
'
any
money
for
the
canteen
,
never
havin
'
anybody
give
him
a
stick
that
I
saw
,
never
askin
'
Public
Relations
--
so
I
watched
,
and
I
waited
.
And
look
here
.
"
He
got
back
on
his
knees
and
lifted
the
edge
of
my
bedspread
and
shined
the
light
under
.
"
How
'
bout
that
?
I
bet
they
's
pieces
of
gum
under
here
been
used
a
thousand
times
!
"
