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Those
who
had
been
in
on
the
night
started
telling
about
it
with
a
kind
of
quiet
pride
and
wonder
,
the
way
people
tell
about
seeing
a
big
hotel
fire
or
a
dam
bursting
--
very
solemn
and
respectful
because
the
casualties
are
n't
even
counted
yet
--
but
the
longer
the
telling
went
on
,
the
less
solemn
the
fellows
got
.
Everytime
the
Big
Nurse
and
her
hustling
black
boys
turned
up
something
new
,
such
as
the
empty
bottle
of
cough
syrup
or
the
fleet
of
wheelchairs
parked
at
the
end
of
the
hall
like
empty
rides
in
an
amusement
park
,
it
brought
another
part
of
the
night
back
sudden
and
clear
to
be
told
to
the
guys
who
were
n't
in
on
it
and
to
be
savored
by
the
guys
who
were
.
Everybody
had
been
herded
into
the
day
room
by
the
black
boys
,
Chronics
and
Acutes
alike
,
milling
together
in
excited
confusion
.
The
two
old
Vegetables
sat
sunk
in
their
bedding
,
snapping
their
eyes
and
their
gums
.
Everybody
was
still
in
pajamas
and
slippers
except
McMurphy
and
the
girl
;
she
was
dressed
,
except
for
her
shoes
and
the
nylon
stockings
,
which
now
hung
over
her
shoulder
,
and
he
was
in
his
black
shorts
with
the
white
whales
.
They
were
sitting
together
on
a
sofa
,
holding
hands
.
The
girl
had
dozed
off
again
,
and
McMurphy
was
leaning
against
her
with
a
satisfied
and
sleepy
grin
.
Our
solemn
worry
was
giving
way
,
in
spite
of
us
,
to
joy
and
humor
.
When
the
nurse
found
the
pile
of
pills
Harding
had
sprinkled
on
Sefelt
and
the
girl
,
we
started
to
pop
and
snort
to
keep
from
laughing
,
and
by
the
time
they
found
Mr.
Turkle
in
the
linen
room
and
led
him
out
blinking
and
groaning
,
tangled
in
a
hundred
yards
of
torn
sheet
like
a
mummy
with
a
hangover
,
we
were
roaring
.
The
Big
Nurse
took
our
good
humor
without
so
much
as
a
trace
of
her
little
pasted
smile
;
every
laugh
was
being
forced
right
down
her
throat
till
it
looked
as
if
any
minute
she
'd
blow
up
like
a
bladder
.
McMurphy
draped
one
bare
leg
over
the
edge
of
the
sofa
and
pulled
his
cap
down
to
keep
the
light
from
hurting
his
reddened
eyes
,
and
he
kept
licking
out
a
tongue
that
looked
like
it
had
been
shellacked
by
that
cough
syrup
.
He
looked
sick
and
terrifically
tired
,
and
he
kept
pressing
the
heels
of
his
hands
against
his
temples
and
yawning
,
but
as
bad
as
he
seemed
to
feel
he
still
held
his
grin
and
once
or
twice
went
so
far
as
to
laugh
out
loud
at
some
of
the
things
the
nurse
kept
turning
up
.
When
the
nurse
went
in
to
call
the
Main
Building
to
report
Mr.
Turkle
's
resignation
,
Turkle
and
the
girl
Sandy
took
the
opportunity
to
unlock
that
screen
again
and
wave
good-by
to
all
and
go
loping
off
across
the
grounds
,
stumbling
and
slipping
on
the
wet
,
sun-sparkle
grass
.
"
He
did
n't
lock
it
back
up
,
"
Harding
said
to
McMurphy
.
"
Go
on
.
Go
on
after
them
!
"
McMurphy
groaned
and
opened
one
eye
bloody
as
a
hatching
egg
.
"
You
kidding
me
?
I
could
n't
even
get
my
head
through
that
window
,
let
alone
my
whole
body
.
"
"
My
friend
,
I
do
n't
believe
you
fully
comprehend
--
"
"
Harding
,
goddam
you
and
your
big
words
;
all
I
fully
comprehend
this
morning
is
I
'm
still
half
drunk
.
And
sick
.
Matter
of
fact
,
I
think
you
're
still
drunk
too
.
Chief
,
how
about
you
;
are
you
still
drunk
?
"
