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Sometimes
it
's
a
clutch
of
grade-school
teachers
being
led
on
a
tour
by
that
fool
Public
Relation
man
who
's
always
clapping
his
wet
hands
together
and
saying
how
overjoyed
he
is
that
mental
hospitals
have
eliminated
all
the
old-fashioned
cruelty
.
"
What
a
cheery
atmosphere
,
do
n't
you
agree
?
"
He
'll
bustle
around
the
schoolteachers
,
who
are
bunched
together
for
safety
,
clapping
his
hands
together
.
"
Oh
,
when
I
think
back
on
the
old
days
,
on
the
filth
,
the
bad
food
,
even
,
yes
,
brutality
,
oh
,
I
realize
,
ladies
,
that
we
have
come
a
long
way
in
our
campaign
!
"
Whoever
comes
in
the
door
is
usually
somebody
disappointing
,
but
there
's
always
a
chance
otherwise
,
and
when
a
key
hits
the
lock
all
the
heads
come
up
like
there
's
strings
on
them
.
This
morning
the
lockworks
rattle
strange
;
it
's
not
a
regular
visitor
at
the
door
.
An
Escort
Man
's
voice
calls
down
,
edgy
and
impatient
,
"
Admission
,
come
sign
for
him
,
"
and
the
black
boys
go
.
Admission
.
Everybody
stops
playing
cards
and
Monopoly
,
turns
toward
the
day-room
door
.
Most
days
I
'd
be
out
sweeping
the
hall
and
see
who
they
're
signing
in
,
but
this
morning
,
like
I
explain
to
you
,
the
Big
Nurse
put
a
thousand
pounds
down
me
and
I
ca
n't
budge
out
of
the
chair
.
Most
days
I
'm
the
first
one
to
see
the
Admission
,
watch
him
creep
in
the
door
and
slide
along
the
wall
and
stand
scared
till
the
black
boys
come
sign
for
him
and
take
him
into
the
shower
room
,
where
they
strip
him
and
leave
him
shivering
with
the
door
open
while
they
all
three
run
grinning
up
and
down
the
halls
looking
for
the
Vaseline
.
"
We
need
that
Vaseline
,
"
they
'll
tell
the
Big
Nurse
,
"
for
the
thermometer
.
"
She
looks
from
one
to
the
other
:
"
I
'm
sure
you
do
,
"
and
hands
them
a
jar
holds
at
least
a
gallon
,
"
but
mind
you
boys
do
n't
group
up
in
there
.
"
Then
I
see
two
,
maybe
all
three
of
them
in
there
,
in
that
shower
room
with
the
Admission
,
running
that
thermometer
around
in
the
grease
till
it
's
coated
the
size
of
your
finger
,
crooning
,
"
Tha
's
right
,
mothah
,
that
's
right
,
"
and
then
shut
the
door
and
turn
all
the
showers
up
to
where
you
ca
n't
hear
anything
but
the
vicious
hiss
of
water
on
the
green
tile
.
I
'm
out
there
most
days
,
and
I
see
it
like
that
.
But
this
morning
I
have
to
sit
in
the
chair
and
only
listen
to
them
bring
him
in
.
Still
,
even
though
I
ca
n't
see
him
,
I
know
he
's
no
ordinary
Admission
.
I
do
n't
hear
him
slide
scared
along
the
wall
,
and
when
they
tell
him
about
the
shower
he
do
n't
just
submit
with
a
weak
little
yes
,
he
tells
them
right
back
in
a
loud
,
brassy
voice
that
he
's
already
plenty
damn
clean
,
thank
you
.
"
They
showered
me
this
morning
at
the
courthouse
and
last
night
at
the
jail
.
And
I
swear
I
believe
they
'd
of
washed
my
ears
for
me
on
the
taxi
ride
over
if
they
coulda
found
the
vacilities
.
Hoo
boy
,
seems
like
everytime
they
ship
me
someplace
I
got
ta
get
scrubbed
down
before
,
after
,
and
during
the
operation
.
I
'm
gettin
'
so
the
sound
of
water
makes
me
start
gathering
up
my
belongings
.
And
get
back
away
from
me
with
that
thermometer
,
Sam
,
and
give
me
a
minute
to
look
my
new
home
over
;
I
never
been
in
a
Institute
of
Psychology
before
.
"
The
patients
look
at
one
another
's
puzzled
faces
,
then
back
to
the
door
,
where
his
voice
is
still
coming
in
.
Talking
louder
'n
you
'd
think
he
needed
to
if
the
black
boys
were
anywhere
near
him
.
He
sounds
like
he
's
way
above
them
,
talking
down
,
like
he
's
sailing
fifty
yards
overhead
,
hollering
at
those
below
on
the
ground
.
He
sounds
big
.
I
hear
him
coming
down
the
hall
,
and
he
sounds
big
in
the
way
he
walks
,
and
he
sure
do
n't
slide
;
he
's
got
iron
on
his
heels
and
he
rings
it
on
the
floor
like
horseshoes
.
He
shows
up
in
the
door
and
stops
and
hitches
his
thumbs
in
his
pockets
,
boots
wide
apart
,
and
stands
there
with
the
guys
looking
at
him
.
"
Good
mornin
'
,
buddies
.
"
There
's
a
paper
Halloween
bat
hanging
on
a
string
above
his
head
;
he
reaches
up
and
flicks
it
so
it
spins
around
.
