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The
spiders
reach
the
joining
at
the
trunk
and
settle
there
,
twitching
.
Harding
tries
to
grin
,
but
his
face
and
lips
are
so
white
the
grin
is
lost
.
He
stares
at
McMurphy
.
McMurphy
takes
the
cigarette
out
of
his
mouth
and
repeats
what
he
said
.
"
Right
at
your
balls
.
No
,
that
nurse
ai
n't
some
kinda
monster
chicken
,
buddy
,
what
she
is
is
a
ball-cutter
.
I
've
seen
a
thousand
of
'
em
,
old
and
young
,
men
and
women
.
Seen
'
em
all
over
the
country
and
in
the
homes
--
people
who
try
to
make
you
weak
so
they
can
get
you
to
toe
the
line
,
to
follow
their
rules
,
to
live
like
they
want
you
to
.
And
the
best
way
to
do
this
,
to
get
you
to
knuckle
under
,
is
to
weaken
you
by
gettin
'
you
where
it
hurts
the
worst
.
You
ever
been
kneed
in
the
nuts
in
a
brawl
,
buddy
?
Stops
you
cold
,
do
n't
it
?
There
's
nothing
worse
.
It
makes
you
sick
,
it
saps
every
bit
of
strength
you
got
.
If
you
're
up
against
a
guy
who
wants
to
win
by
making
you
weaker
instead
of
making
himself
stronger
,
then
watch
for
his
knee
,
he
's
gon
na
go
for
your
vitals
.
And
that
's
what
that
old
buzzard
is
doing
,
going
for
your
vitals
.
"
Harding
's
face
is
still
colorless
,
but
he
's
got
control
of
his
hands
again
;
they
flip
loosely
before
him
,
trying
to
toss
off
what
McMurphy
has
been
saying
:
"
Our
dear
Miss
Ratched
?
Our
sweet
,
smiling
,
tender
angel
of
mercy
,
Mother
Ratched
,
a
ball-cutter
?
Why
,
friend
,
that
's
most
unlikely
.
"
"
Buddy
,
do
n't
give
me
that
tender
little
mother
crap
.
She
may
be
a
mother
,
but
she
's
big
as
a
damn
barn
and
tough
as
knife
metal
.
She
fooled
me
with
that
kindly
little
old
mother
bit
for
maybe
three
minutes
when
I
came
in
this
morning
,
but
no
longer
.
I
do
n't
think
she
's
really
fooled
any
of
you
guys
for
any
six
months
or
a
year
,
neither
.
Hooowee
,
I
've
seen
some
bitches
in
my
time
,
but
she
takes
the
cake
.
"
"
A
bitch
?
But
a
moment
ago
she
was
a
ball-cutter
,
then
a
buzzard
--
or
was
it
a
chicken
?
Your
metaphors
are
bumping
into
each
other
,
my
friend
.
"
"
The
hell
with
that
;
she
's
a
bitch
and
a
buzzard
and
a
ball-cutter
,
and
do
n't
kid
me
,
you
know
what
I
'm
talking
about
.
"
Harding
's
face
and
hands
are
moving
faster
than
ever
now
,
a
speeded
film
of
gestures
,
grins
,
grimaces
,
sneers
.
The
more
he
tries
to
stop
it
,
the
faster
it
goes
.
When
he
lets
his
hands
and
face
move
like
they
want
to
and
does
n't
try
to
hold
them
back
,
they
flow
and
gesture
in
a
way
that
's
real
pretty
to
watch
,
but
when
he
worries
about
them
and
tries
to
hold
back
he
becomes
a
wild
,
jerky
puppet
doing
a
high-strung
dance
.
Everything
is
moving
faster
and
faster
,
and
his
voice
is
speeding
up
to
match
.
"
Why
,
see
here
,
my
friend
Mr.
McMurphy
,
my
psychopathic
sidekick
,
our
Miss
Ratched
is
a
veritable
angel
of
mercy
and
why
just
everyone
knows
it
.
She
's
unselfish
as
the
wind
,
toiling
thanklessly
for
the
good
of
all
,
day
after
day
,
five
long
days
a
week
.
That
takes
heart
,
my
friend
,
heart
.
In
fact
,
I
have
been
informed
by
sources
--
I
am
not
at
liberty
to
disclose
my
sources
,
but
I
might
say
that
Martini
is
in
contact
with
the
same
people
a
good
part
of
the
time
--
that
she
even
further
serves
mankind
on
her
weekends
off
by
doing
generous
volunteer
work
about
town
.
Preparing
a
rich
array
of
charity
--
canned
goods
,
cheese
for
the
binding
effect
,
soap
--
and
presenting
it
to
some
poor
young
couple
having
a
difficult
time
financially
.
"
His
hands
flash
in
the
air
,
molding
the
picture
he
is
describing
.
"
Ah
,
look
:
There
she
is
,
our
nurse
.
Her
gentle
knock
on
the
door
.
The
ribboned
basket
.
The
young
couple
overjoyed
to
the
point
of
speechlessness
.
The
husband
open-mouthed
,
the
wife
weeping
openly
.
She
appraises
their
dwelling
.
Promises
to
send
them
money
for
--
scouring
powder
,
yes
.
She
places
the
basket
in
the
center
of
the
floor
.
And
when
our
angel
leaves
--
throwing
kisses
,
smiling
ethereally
--
she
is
so
intoxicated
with
the
sweet
milk
of
human
kindness
that
her
deed
has
generated
within
her
large
bosom
,
that
she
is
beside
herself
with
generosity
.
Beside
herself
,
do
you
hear
?
Pausing
at
the
door
,
she
draws
the
timid
young
bride
to
one
side
and
offers
her
twenty
dollars
of
her
own
:
'
Go
,
you
poor
unfortunate
underfed
child
,
go
,
and
buy
yourself
a
decent
dress
.
I
realize
your
husband
ca
n't
afford
it
,
but
here
,
take
this
,
and
go
.
'
And
the
couple
is
forever
indebted
to
her
benevolence
.
"
