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The
colored
aide
and
the
blond
one
took
me
downstairs
and
let
me
onto
our
ward
and
locked
the
door
behind
me
.
The
ward
seemed
awful
quiet
after
Disturbed
.
I
walked
to
our
day
room
and
for
some
reason
stopped
at
the
door
;
everybody
's
face
turned
up
to
me
with
a
different
look
than
they
'd
ever
given
me
before
.
Their
faces
lighted
up
as
if
they
were
looking
into
the
glare
of
a
sideshow
platform
.
"
Here
,
in
fronta
your
very
eyes
,
"
Harding
spiels
,
"
is
the
Wildman
who
broke
the
arm
...
of
the
black
boy
!
Hey-ha
,
lookee
,
lookee
.
"
I
grinned
back
at
them
,
realizing
how
McMurphy
must
've
felt
these
months
with
these
faces
screaming
up
at
him
.
All
the
guys
came
over
and
wanted
me
to
tell
them
everything
that
had
happened
:
how
was
he
acting
up
there
?
What
was
he
doing
?
Was
it
true
,
what
was
being
rumored
over
at
the
gym
,
that
they
'd
been
hitting
him
every
day
with
EST
and
he
was
shrugging
it
off
like
water
,
makin
'
book
with
the
technicians
on
how
long
he
could
keep
his
eyes
open
after
the
poles
touched
.
I
told
them
all
I
could
,
and
nobody
seemed
to
think
a
thing
about
me
all
of
a
sudden
talking
with
people
--
a
guy
who
'd
been
considered
deaf
and
dumb
as
far
back
as
they
'd
known
him
,
talking
,
listening
,
just
like
anybody
.
I
told
them
everything
that
they
'd
heard
was
true
,
and
tossed
in
a
few
stories
of
my
own
.
They
laughed
so
hard
about
some
of
the
things
he
'd
said
to
the
nurse
that
the
two
Vegetables
under
their
wet
sheets
on
the
Chronics
'
side
grinned
and
snorted
along
with
the
laughter
,
just
like
they
understood
.
When
the
nurse
herself
brought
the
problem
of
Patient
McMurphy
up
in
group
the
next
day
,
said
that
for
some
unusual
reason
he
did
not
seem
to
be
responding
to
EST
at
all
and
that
more
drastic
means
might
be
required
to
make
contact
with
him
,
Harding
said
,
"
Now
,
that
is
possible
,
Miss
Ratched
,
yes
--
but
from
what
I
hear
about
your
dealings
upstairs
with
McMurphy
,
he
has
n't
had
any
difficulty
making
contact
with
you
.
"
She
was
thrown
off
balance
and
flustered
so
bad
with
everybody
in
the
room
laughing
at
her
,
that
she
did
n't
bring
it
up
again
.
She
saw
that
McMurphy
was
growing
bigger
than
ever
while
he
was
upstairs
where
the
guys
could
n't
see
the
dent
she
was
making
on
him
,
growing
almost
into
a
legend
.
A
man
out
of
sight
ca
n't
be
made
to
look
weak
,
she
decided
,
and
started
making
plans
to
bring
him
back
down
to
our
ward
.
She
figured
the
guys
could
see
for
themselves
then
that
he
could
be
as
vulnerable
as
the
next
man
.
He
could
n't
continue
in
his
hero
role
if
he
was
sitting
around
the
day
room
all
the
time
in
a
shock
stupor
.
The
guys
anticipated
this
,
and
that
as
long
as
he
was
on
the
ward
for
them
to
see
she
would
be
giving
him
shock
every
time
he
came
out
of
it
.
So
Harding
and
Scanlon
and
Fredrickson
and
I
talked
over
how
we
could
convince
him
that
the
best
thing
for
everybody
concerned
would
be
his
escaping
the
ward
.
And
by
the
Saturday
when
he
was
brought
back
to
the
ward
--
footworking
into
the
day
room
like
a
boxer
into
a
ring
,
clasping
his
hands
over
his
head
and
announcing
the
champ
was
back
--
we
had
our
plan
all
worked
out
.
We
'd
wait
until
dark
,
set
a
mattress
on
fire
,
and
when
the
firemen
came
we
'd
rush
him
out
the
door
.
It
seemed
such
a
fine
plan
we
could
n't
see
how
he
could
refuse
.
But
we
did
n't
think
about
its
being
the
day
he
'd
made
a
date
to
have
the
girl
,
Candy
,
sneak
onto
the
ward
for
Billy
.
They
brought
him
back
to
the
ward
about
ten
in
the
morning
--
"
Fulla
piss
an
'
vinegar
,
buddies
;
they
checked
my
plugs
and
cleaned
my
points
,
and
I
got
a
glow
on
like
a
Model
T
spark
coil
.
Ever
use
one
of
those
coils
around
Halloween
time
?
Zam
!
Good
clean
fun
.
"
And
he
batted
around
the
ward
bigger
than
ever
,
spilled
a
bucket
of
mop
water
under
the
Nurses
'
Station
door
,
laid
a
pat
of
butter
square
on
the
toe
of
the
least
black
boy
's
white
suede
shoes
without
the
black
boy
noticing
,
and
smothered
giggles
all
through
lunch
while
it
melted
to
show
a
color
Harding
referred
to
as
a
"
most
suggestive
yellow
,
"
--
bigger
than
ever
,
and
each
time
he
brushed
close
by
a
student
nurse
she
gave
a
yip
and
rolled
her
eyes
and
pitter-patted
off
down
the
hall
,
rubbing
her
flank
.
