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"
McMurphy
,
you
forcing
me
to
protect
myself
.
Ai
n't
he
forcing
me
,
men
?
"
The
other
two
nodded
.
He
carefully
laid
down
the
tube
on
the
bench
beside
George
,
came
back
up
with
his
fist
swinging
all
in
the
same
motion
and
busting
McMurphy
across
the
cheek
by
surprise
.
McMurphy
nearly
fell
.
He
staggered
backward
into
the
naked
line
of
men
,
and
the
guys
caught
him
and
pushed
him
back
toward
the
smiling
slate
face
.
He
got
hit
again
,
in
the
neck
,
before
he
gave
up
to
the
idea
that
it
had
started
,
at
last
,
and
there
was
n't
anything
now
but
get
what
he
could
out
of
it
.
He
caught
the
next
swing
blacksnaking
at
him
,
and
held
him
by
the
wrist
while
he
shook
his
head
clear
.
They
swayed
a
second
that
way
,
panting
along
with
the
panting
drain
;
then
McMurphy
shoved
the
black
boy
away
and
went
into
a
crouch
,
rolling
the
big
shoulders
up
to
guard
his
chin
,
his
fists
on
each
side
of
his
head
,
circling
the
man
in
front
of
him
.
And
that
neat
,
silent
line
of
nude
men
changed
into
a
yelling
circle
,
limbs
and
bodies
knitting
in
a
ring
of
flesh
.
The
black
arms
stabbed
in
at
the
lowered
red
head
and
bull
neck
,
chipped
blood
off
the
brow
and
the
cheek
.
The
black
boy
danced
away
.
Taller
,
arms
longer
than
McMurphy
's
thick
red
arms
,
punches
faster
and
sharper
,
he
was
able
to
chisel
at
the
shoulders
and
the
head
without
getting
in
close
.
McMurphy
kept
walking
forward
--
trudging
,
flatfooted
steps
,
face
down
and
squinting
up
between
those
tattooed
fists
on
each
side
of
his
head
--
till
he
got
the
black
boy
against
the
ring
of
nude
men
and
drove
a
fist
square
in
the
center
of
the
white
,
starched
chest
.
That
slate
face
cracked
pink
,
ran
a
tongue
the
color
of
strawberry
ice
cream
over
the
lips
.
He
ducked
away
from
McMurphy
's
tank
charge
and
got
in
another
couple
of
licks
before
that
fist
laid
him
another
good
one
.
The
mouth
flew
open
wider
this
time
,
a
blotch
of
sick
color
.
McMurphy
had
red
marks
on
the
head
and
shoulders
,
but
he
did
n't
seem
to
be
hurt
.
He
kept
coming
,
taking
ten
blows
for
one
.
It
kept
on
this
way
,
back
and
forth
in
the
shower
room
,
till
the
black
boy
was
panting
and
staggering
and
working
mainly
at
keeping
out
of
the
way
of
those
clubbing
red
arms
.
The
guys
were
yelling
for
McMurphy
to
lay
him
out
.
McMurphy
did
n't
act
in
any
hurry
.
The
black
boy
spun
away
from
a
blow
on
his
shoulder
and
looked
quick
to
where
the
other
two
were
watching
.
"
Williams
...
Warren
...
damn
you
!
"
The
other
big
one
pulled
the
crowd
apart
and
grabbed
McMurphy
around
the
arms
from
behind
.
McMurphy
shook
him
off
like
a
bull
shaking
off
a
monkey
,
but
he
was
right
back
.
So
I
picked
him
off
and
threw
him
in
the
shower
.
He
was
full
of
tubes
;
he
did
n't
weigh
more
'n
ten
or
fifteen
pounds
.
The
least
black
boy
swung
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
turned
,
and
ran
for
the
door
While
I
was
watching
him
go
,
the
other
one
came
out
of
the
shower
and
put
a
wrestling
hold
on
me
--
arms
up
under
mine
from
behind
and
hands
locked
behind
my
neck
--
and
I
had
to
run
backward
into
the
shower
and
mash
him
against
the
tile
,
and
while
I
was
lying
there
in
the
water
trying
to
watch
McMurphy
bust
some
more
of
Washington
's
ribs
,
the
one
behind
me
with
the
wrestling
hold
went
to
biting
my
neck
and
I
had
to
break
the
hold
.
He
laid
still
then
,
the
starch
washing
from
the
uniform
down
the
choking
drain
.
