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And
by
the
time
the
least
black
boy
came
running
back
in
with
straps
and
cuffs
and
blankets
and
four
more
aides
from
Disturbed
,
everybody
was
getting
dressed
and
shaking
my
hand
and
McMurphy
's
hand
and
saying
they
had
it
coming
and
what
a
rip-snorter
of
a
fight
it
had
been
,
what
a
tremendous
big
victory
.
They
kept
talking
like
that
,
to
cheer
us
up
and
make
us
feel
better
,
about
what
a
fight
,
what
a
victory
--
as
the
Big
Nurse
helped
the
aides
from
Disturbed
adjust
those
soft
leather
cuffs
to
fit
our
arms
.
Up
on
Disturbed
there
's
an
everlasting
high-pitched
machine-room
clatter
,
a
prison
mill
stamping
out
license
plates
.
And
time
is
measured
out
by
the
di-dock
,
di-dock
of
a
Ping-pong
table
.
Men
pacing
their
personal
runways
get
to
a
wall
and
dip
a
shoulder
and
turn
and
pace
back
to
another
wall
,
dip
a
shoulder
and
turn
and
back
again
,
fast
short
steps
,
wearing
crisscrossing
ruts
in
the
tile
floor
,
with
a
look
of
caged
thirst
.
There
's
a
singed
smell
of
men
scared
berserk
and
out
of
control
,
and
in
the
corners
and
under
the
Ping-pong
table
there
's
things
crouched
gnashing
their
teeth
that
the
doctors
and
nurses
ca
n't
see
and
the
aides
ca
n't
kill
with
disinfectant
.
When
the
ward
door
opened
I
smelled
that
singed
smell
and
heard
that
gnash
of
teeth
.
A
tall
bony
old
guy
,
dangling
from
a
wire
screwed
in
between
his
shoulder
blades
,
met
McMurphy
and
me
at
the
door
when
the
aides
brought
us
in
.
He
looked
us
over
with
yellow
,
scaled
eyes
and
shook
his
head
.
"
I
wash
my
hands
of
the
whole
deal
,
"
he
told
one
of
the
colored
aides
,
and
the
wire
drug
him
off
down
the
hall
.
We
followed
him
down
to
the
day
room
,
and
McMurphy
stopped
at
the
door
and
spread
his
feet
and
tipped
his
head
back
to
look
things
over
:
he
tried
to
put
his
thumbs
in
his
pockets
,
but
the
cuffs
were
too
tight
.
"
It
's
a
scene
,
"
he
said
out
of
the
side
of
his
mouth
.
I
nodded
my
head
.
I
'd
seen
it
all
before
.
A
couple
of
the
guys
pacing
stopped
to
look
at
us
,
and
the
old
bony
man
came
dragging
by
again
,
washing
his
hands
of
the
whole
deal
.
Nobody
paid
us
much
mind
at
first
.
The
aides
went
off
to
the
Nurses
'
Station
,
leaving
us
standing
in
the
dayroom
door
.
Murphy
's
eye
was
puffed
to
give
him
a
steady
wink
,
and
I
could
tell
it
hurt
his
lips
to
grin
.
He
raised
his
cuffed
hands
and
stood
looking
at
the
clatter
of
movement
and
took
a
deep
breath
.
"
McMurphy
's
the
name
,
pardners
,
"
he
said
in
his
drawling
cowboy
actor
's
voice
,
"
an
'
the
thing
I
want
to
know
is
who
's
the
peckerwood
runs
the
poker
game
in
this
establishment
?
"
The
Ping-pong
clock
died
down
in
a
rapid
ticking
on
the
floor
.
"
I
do
n't
deal
blackjack
so
good
,
hobbled
like
this
,
but
I
maintain
I
'm
a
fire-eater
in
a
stud
game
.
"
He
yawned
,
hitched
a
shoulder
,
bent
down
and
cleared
his
throat
,
and
spat
something
at
a
wastepaper
can
five
feet
away
;
it
rattled
in
with
a
ting
and
he
straightened
up
again
,
grinned
,
and
licked
his
tongue
at
the
bloody
gap
in
his
teeth
.
