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"
Six
bells
and
all
's
well
.
Steady
as
she
goes
.
Hit
the
deck
.
Drop
your
cocks
and
grab
your
socks
.
"
He
noticed
me
standing
just
inside
the
doorway
and
came
rushing
over
to
thump
my
back
like
a
drum
.
"
Look
here
at
the
Big
Chief
;
here
's
an
example
of
a
good
sailor
and
fisherman
:
up
before
day
and
out
diggin
'
red
worms
for
bait
.
The
rest
of
you
scurvy
bunch
o
'
lubbers
'd
do
well
to
follow
his
lead
.
Hit
the
deck
.
Today
's
the
day
!
Outa
the
sack
and
into
the
sea
!
"
The
Acutes
grumbled
and
griped
at
him
and
his
towel
,
and
the
Chronics
woke
up
to
look
around
with
beads
blue
from
lack
of
blood
cut
off
by
sheets
tied
too
tight
across
the
chest
,
looking
around
the
dorm
till
they
finally
centered
on
me
with
weak
and
watered-down
old
looks
,
faces
wistful
and
curious
.
They
lay
there
watching
me
pull
on
warm
clothes
for
the
trip
,
making
me
feel
uneasy
and
a
little
guilty
.
They
could
sense
I
had
been
singled
out
as
the
only
Chronic
making
the
trip
.
They
watched
me
--
old
guys
welded
in
wheelchairs
for
years
,
with
catheters
down
their
legs
like
vines
rooting
them
for
the
rest
of
their
lives
right
where
they
are
,
they
watched
me
and
knew
instinctively
that
I
was
going
.
And
they
could
still
be
a
little
jealous
it
was
n't
them
.
They
could
know
because
enough
of
the
man
in
them
had
been
damped
out
that
the
old
animal
instincts
had
taken
over
(
old
Chronics
wake
up
sudden
some
nights
,
before
anybody
else
knows
a
guy
's
died
in
the
dorm
,
and
throw
back
their
heads
and
howl
)
,
and
they
could
be
jealous
because
there
was
enough
man
left
to
still
remember
.
McMurphy
went
out
to
look
at
the
list
and
came
back
and
tried
to
talk
one
more
Acute
into
signing
,
going
down
the
line
kicking
at
the
beds
still
had
guys
in
them
with
sheets
pulled
over
their
heads
,
telling
them
what
a
great
thing
it
was
to
be
out
there
in
the
teeth
of
the
gale
with
a
he-man
sea
crackin
'
around
and
a
goddam
yo-heave-ho
and
a
bottle
of
rum
.
"
C'mon
,
loafers
,
I
need
one
more
mate
to
round
out
the
crew
,
I
need
one
more
goddam
volunteer
...
.
"
But
he
could
n't
talk
anybody
into
it
.
The
Big
Nurse
had
the
rest
scared
with
her
stories
of
how
rough
the
sea
'd
been
lately
and
how
many
boats
'd
sunk
,
and
it
did
n't
look
like
we
'd
get
that
last
crew
member
till
a
half-hour
later
when
George
Sorensen
came
up
to
McMurphy
in
the
breakfast
line
where
we
were
waiting
for
the
mess
hall
to
be
unlocked
for
breakfast
.
Big
toothless
knotty
old
Swede
the
black
boys
called
Rub-adub
George
,
because
of
his
thing
about
sanitation
,
came
shuffling
up
the
hall
,
listing
well
back
so
his
feet
went
well
out
in
front
of
his
head
(
sways
backward
this
way
to
keep
his
face
as
far
away
from
the
man
he
's
talking
to
as
he
can
)
,
stopped
in
front
of
McMurphy
,
and
mumbled
something
in
his
hand
.
George
was
very
shy
.
You
could
n't
see
his
eyes
because
they
were
in
so
deep
under
his
brow
,
and
he
cupped
his
big
palm
around
most
of
the
rest
of
his
face
.
His
head
swayed
like
a
crow
's
nest
on
top
of
his
mastlike
spine
.
He
mumbled
in
his
hand
till
McMurphy
finally
reached
up
and
pulled
the
hand
away
so
's
the
words
could
get
out
.
"
Now
,
George
,
what
is
it
you
're
sayin
'
?
"
