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"
Hold
it
,
Harding
,
I
'm
not
up
on
all
this
shop
talk
.
"
"
Demerol
,
my
friend
,
is
a
synthetic
opiate
,
twice
as
addictive
as
heroin
.
Quite
common
for
doctors
to
be
addicted
to
it
.
"
"
That
little
fart
?
Is
he
a
dope
addict
?
"
"
I
'm
certain
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
Then
where
does
she
get
off
with
accusing
him
of
--
"
"
Oh
,
you
're
not
paying
attention
,
my
friend
.
She
does
n't
accuse
.
She
merely
needs
to
insinuate
,
insinuate
anything
,
do
n't
you
see
?
Did
n't
you
notice
today
?
She
'll
call
a
man
to
the
door
of
the
Nurses
'
Station
and
stand
there
and
ask
him
about
a
Kleenex
found
under
his
bed
.
No
more
,
just
ask
.
And
he
'll
feel
like
he
's
lying
to
her
,
whatever
answer
he
gives
.
If
he
says
he
was
cleaning
a
pen
with
it
,
she
'll
say
,
'
I
see
,
a
pen
,
'
or
if
he
says
he
has
a
cold
in
his
nose
,
she
'll
say
,
'
I
see
,
a
cold
,
'
and
she
'll
nod
her
neat
little
gray
coiffure
and
smile
her
neat
little
smile
and
turn
and
go
back
into
the
Nurses
'
Station
,
leave
him
standing
there
wondering
just
what
did
he
use
that
Kleenex
for
.
"
He
starts
to
tremble
again
,
and
his
shoulders
fold
back
around
him
.
"
No
.
She
does
n't
need
to
accuse
.
She
has
a
genius
for
insinuation
.
Did
you
ever
hear
her
,
in
the
course
of
our
discussion
today
,
ever
once
hear
her
accuse
me
of
anything
?
Yet
it
seems
I
have
been
accused
of
a
multitude
of
things
,
of
jealousy
and
paranoia
,
of
not
being
man
enough
to
satisfy
my
wife
,
of
having
relations
with
male
friends
of
mine
,
of
holding
my
cigarette
in
an
affected
manner
,
even
--
it
seems
to
me
--
accused
of
having
nothing
between
my
legs
but
a
patch
of
hair
--
and
soft
and
downy
and
blond
hair
at
that
!
Ball-cutter
?
Oh
,
you
underestimate
her
!
"
Harding
hushes
all
of
a
sudden
and
leans
forward
to
take
McMurphy
's
hand
in
both
of
his
.
His
face
is
tilted
oddly
,
edged
,
jagged
purple
and
gray
,
a
busted
wine
bottle
.
"
This
world
...
belongs
to
the
strong
,
my
friend
!
The
ritual
of
our
existence
is
based
on
the
strong
getting
stronger
by
devouring
the
weak
.
We
must
face
up
to
this
.
No
more
than
right
that
it
should
be
this
way
.
We
must
learn
to
accept
it
as
a
law
of
the
natural
world
.
The
rabbits
accept
their
role
in
the
ritual
and
recognize
the
wolf
as
the
strong
.
In
defense
,
the
rabbit
becomes
sly
and
frightened
and
elusive
and
he
digs
holes
and
hides
when
the
wolf
is
about
.
And
he
endures
,
he
goes
on
.
He
knows
his
place
.
He
most
certainly
does
n't
challenge
the
wolf
to
combat
.
Now
,
would
that
be
wise
?
Would
it
?
"
