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I
said
that
my
nose
and
cheeks
did
n't
have
any
feeling
in
them
yet
,
if
this
could
be
taken
to
mean
anything
.
McMurphy
nodded
once
and
closed
his
eyes
again
;
he
laced
his
hands
across
his
chest
and
slid
down
in
his
chair
,
his
chin
settling
into
his
collar
.
He
smacked
his
lips
and
smiled
as
if
he
were
napping
.
"
Man
,
"
he
said
,
"
everybody
is
still
drunk
.
"
Harding
was
still
concerned
.
He
kept
on
about
how
the
best
thing
for
McMurphy
to
do
was
get
dressed
,
quickly
,
while
old
Angel
of
Mercy
was
in
there
calling
the
doctor
again
to
report
the
atrocities
she
had
uncovered
,
but
McMurphy
maintained
that
there
was
n't
anything
to
get
so
excited
about
;
he
was
n't
any
worse
off
than
before
,
was
he
?
"
I
've
took
their
best
punch
,
"
he
said
.
Harding
threw
up
his
hands
and
went
off
,
predicting
doom
.
One
of
the
black
boys
saw
the
screen
was
unlocked
and
locked
it
and
went
into
the
Nurses
'
Station
for
the
big
flat
ledger
,
came
back
out
running
his
finger
down
the
roll
and
lipping
the
names
he
read
out
loud
as
he
sighted
the
men
that
matched
up
with
them
.
The
roll
is
listed
alphabetically
backwards
to
throw
people
off
,
so
he
did
n't
get
to
the
Bs
till
right
at
the
last
.
He
looked
around
the
day
room
without
taking
his
finger
from
that
last
name
in
the
ledger
.
"
Bibbit
.
Where
's
Billy
Bibbit
?
"
His
eyes
were
big
.
He
was
thinking
Billy
'd
slipped
out
right
under
his
nose
and
would
he
ever
catch
it
.
"
Who
saw
Billy
Bibbit
go
,
you
damn
goons
?
"
This
set
people
to
remembering
just
where
Billy
was
;
there
were
whispers
and
laughing
again
.
The
black
boy
went
back
into
the
station
,
and
we
saw
him
telling
the
nurse
.
She
smashed
the
phone
down
in
the
cradle
and
came
out
the
door
with
the
black
boy
hot
after
her
;
a
lock
of
her
hair
had
broken
loose
from
beneath
her
white
cap
and
fell
across
her
face
like
wet
ashes
.
She
was
sweating
between
her
eyebrows
and
under
her
nose
.
She
demanded
we
tell
her
where
the
Eloper
had
gone
.
She
was
answered
with
a
chorus
of
laughter
,
and
her
eyes
went
around
the
men
.
"
So
?
He
's
not
gone
,
is
he
?
Harding
,
he
's
still
here
--
on
the
ward
,
is
n't
he
?
Tell
me
.
Sefelt
,
tell
me
!
"
She
darted
the
eyes
out
with
every
word
,
stabbing
at
the
men
's
faces
,
but
the
men
were
immune
to
her
poison
.
Their
eyes
met
hers
;
their
grins
mocked
the
old
confident
smile
she
had
lost
.
