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What
pushed
him
to
keep
up
a
full
head
of
steam
when
everybody
else
on
the
ward
had
always
been
content
to
drift
along
playing
pinochle
and
reading
last
year
's
magazines
?
How
come
this
one
guy
,
this
Irish
rowdy
from
a
work
farm
where
he
'd
been
serving
time
for
gambling
and
battery
,
would
loop
a
kerchief
around
his
head
,
coo
like
a
teenager
,
and
spend
two
solid
hours
having
every
Acute
on
the
ward
hoorahing
him
while
he
played
the
girl
trying
to
teach
Billy
Bibbit
to
dance
?
Or
how
come
a
seasoned
con
like
this
--
an
old
pro
,
a
carnival
artist
,
a
dedicated
odds-watcher
gambling
man
--
would
risk
doubling
his
stay
in
the
nuthouse
by
making
more
and
more
an
enemy
out
of
the
woman
who
had
the
say
--
so
as
to
who
got
discharged
and
who
did
n't
?
The
nurse
got
the
wondering
started
by
pasting
up
a
statement
of
the
patients
'
financial
doings
over
the
last
few
months
;
it
must
have
taken
her
hours
of
work
digging
into
records
.
It
showed
a
steady
drain
out
of
the
funds
of
all
the
Acutes
,
except
one
.
His
funds
had
risen
since
the
day
he
came
in
.
The
Acutes
took
to
joking
with
McMurphy
about
how
it
looked
like
he
was
taking
them
down
the
line
,
and
he
was
never
one
to
deny
it
.
Not
the
least
bit
.
In
fact
,
he
bragged
that
if
he
stayed
on
at
this
hospital
a
year
or
so
he
just
might
be
discharged
out
of
it
into
financial
independence
,
retire
to
Florida
for
the
rest
of
his
life
.
They
all
laughed
about
that
when
he
was
around
,
but
when
he
was
off
the
ward
at
ET
or
OT
or
PT
,
or
when
he
was
in
the
Nurses
'
Station
getting
bawled
out
about
something
,
matching
her
fixed
plastic
smile
with
his
big
ornery
grin
,
they
were
n't
exactly
laughing
.
They
began
asking
one
another
why
he
'd
been
such
a
busy
bee
lately
,
hustling
things
for
the
patients
like
getting
the
rule
lifted
that
the
men
had
to
be
together
in
therapeutic
groups
of
eight
whenever
they
went
somewhere
(
"
Billy
here
has
been
talkin
'
about
slicin
'
his
wrists
again
,
"
he
said
in
a
meeting
when
he
was
arguing
against
the
group-of-eight
rule
.
"
So
is
there
seven
of
you
guys
who
'd
like
to
join
him
and
make
it
therapeutic
?
"
)
,
and
like
the
way
he
maneuvered
the
doctor
,
who
was
much
closer
to
the
patients
since
the
fishing
trip
,
into
ordering
subscriptions
to
Playboy
and
Nugget
and
Man
and
getting
rid
of
all
the
old
McCall
's
that
bloated-face
Public
Relation
had
been
bringing
from
home
and
leaving
in
a
pile
on
the
ward
,
articles
he
thought
we
might
be
particularly
interested
in
checked
with
a
green-ink
pen
.
McMurphy
even
had
a
petition
in
the
mail
to
somebody
back
in
Washington
,
asking
that
they
look
into
the
lobotomies
and
electro-shock
that
were
still
going
on
in
government
hospitals
.
I
just
wonder
,
the
guys
were
beginning
to
ask
,
what
's
in
it
for
ol'
Mack
?
After
the
thought
had
been
going
around
the
ward
a
week
or
so
,
the
Big
Nurse
tried
to
make
her
play
in
group
meeting
;
the
first
time
she
tried
,
McMurphy
was
there
at
the
meeting
and
he
beat
her
before
she
got
good
and
started
(
she
started
by
telling
the
group
that
she
was
shocked
and
dismayed
by
the
pathetic
state
the
ward
had
allowed
itself
to
fall
into
:
Look
around
,
for
heaven
sakes
;
actual
pornography
clipped
from
those
smut
books
and
pinned
on
the
walls
--
she
was
planning
,
incidentally
,
to
see
to
it
that
the
Main
Building
made
an
investigation
of
the
dirt
that
had
been
brought
into
this
hospital
.
She
sat
back
in
her
chair
,
getting
ready
to
go
on
and
point
out
who
was
to
blame
and
why
,
sitting
on
that
couple
seconds
of
silence
that
followed
her
threat
like
sitting
on
a
throne
,
when
McMurphy
broke
her
spell
into
whoops
of
laughter
by
telling
her
to
be
sure
,
now
,
an
'
remind
the
Main
Building
to
bring
their
leetle
hand
mirrors
when
they
came
for
the
investigation
)
--
so
the
next
time
she
made
her
play
she
made
sure
he
was
n't
at
the
meeting
.
He
had
a
long-distance
phone
call
from
Portland
and
was
down
in
the
phone
lobby
with
one
of
the
black
boys
,
waiting
for
the
party
to
call
again
.
When
one
o'clock
came
around
and
we
went
to
moving
things
,
getting
the
day
room
ready
,
the
least
black
boy
asked
if
she
wanted
him
to
go
down
and
get
McMurphy
and
Washington
for
the
meeting
,
but
she
said
no
,
it
was
all
right
,
let
him
stay
--
besides
,
some
of
the
men
here
might
like
a
chance
to
discuss
our
Mr.
Randle
Patrick
McMurphy
in
the
absence
of
his
dominating
presence
.
They
started
the
meeting
telling
funny
stories
about
him
and
what
he
'd
done
,
and
talked
for
a
while
about
what
a
great
guy
he
was
,
and
she
kept
still
,
waiting
till
they
all
talked
this
out
of
their
systems
.
Then
the
other
questions
started
coming
up
.
What
about
McMurphy
?
What
made
him
go
on
like
he
was
,
do
the
things
he
did
?
Some
of
the
guys
wondered
if
maybe
that
tale
of
him
faking
fights
at
the
work
farm
to
get
sent
here
was
n't
just
more
of
his
spoofing
,
and
that
maybe
he
was
crazier
than
people
thought
.
The
Big
Nurse
smiled
at
this
and
raised
her
hand
.
