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"
So
,
you
tell
her
to
go
to
hell
again
.
Tell
them
all
to
go
to
hell
.
They
still
have
n't
hurt
you
.
"
The
Acutes
are
crowding
closer
around
him
.
Fredrickson
answers
this
time
.
"
Okay
,
you
tell
her
that
and
you
're
listed
as
Potential
Assaultive
and
shipped
upstairs
to
the
Disturbed
ward
.
I
had
it
happen
.
Three
times
.
Those
poor
goofs
up
there
do
n't
even
get
off
the
ward
to
go
to
the
Saturday
afternoon
movie
.
They
do
n't
even
have
a
TV
.
"
"
And
,
my
friend
,
if
you
continue
to
demonstrate
such
hostile
tendencies
,
such
as
telling
people
to
go
to
hell
,
you
get
lined
up
to
go
to
the
Shock
Shop
,
perhaps
even
on
to
greater
things
,
an
operation
,
an
--
"
"
Damn
it
,
Harding
,
I
told
you
I
'm
not
up
on
this
talk
.
"
"
The
Shock
Shop
,
Mr.
McMurphy
,
is
jargon
for
the
EST
machine
,
the
Electro
Shock
Therapy
.
A
device
that
might
be
said
to
do
the
work
of
the
sleeping
pill
,
the
electric
chair
,
and
the
torture
rack
.
It
's
a
clever
little
procedure
,
simple
,
quick
,
nearly
painless
it
happens
so
fast
,
but
no
one
ever
wants
another
one
.
Ever
.
"
"
What
's
this
thing
do
?
"
"
You
are
strapped
to
a
table
,
shaped
,
ironically
,
like
a
cross
,
with
a
crown
of
electric
sparks
in
place
of
thorns
.
You
are
touched
on
each
side
of
the
head
with
wires
.
Zap
!
Five
cents
'
worth
of
electricity
through
the
brain
and
you
are
jointly
administered
therapy
and
a
punishment
for
your
hostile
go-to-hell
behavior
,
on
top
of
being
put
out
of
everyone
's
way
for
six
hours
to
three
days
,
depending
on
the
individual
.
Even
when
you
do
regain
consciousness
you
are
in
a
state
of
disorientation
for
days
.
You
are
unable
to
think
coherently
.
You
ca
n't
recall
things
.
Enough
of
these
treatments
and
a
man
could
turn
out
like
Mr.
Ellis
you
see
over
there
against
the
wall
.
A
drooling
,
pants-wetting
idiot
at
thirty-five
.
Or
turn
into
a
mindless
organism
that
eats
and
eliminates
and
yells
'
fuck
the
wife
,
'
like
Ruckly
.
Or
look
at
Chief
Broom
clutching
to
his
namesake
there
beside
you
.
"
Harding
points
his
cigarette
at
me
,
too
late
for
me
to
back
off
.
I
make
like
I
do
n't
notice
.
Go
on
with
my
sweeping
.
"
I
've
heard
that
the
Chief
,
years
ago
,
received
more
than
two
hundred
shock
treatments
when
they
were
really
the
vogue
.
Imagine
what
this
could
do
to
a
mind
that
was
already
slipping
.
Look
at
him
:
a
giant
janitor
.
There
's
your
Vanishing
American
,
a
six-foot-eight
sweeping
machine
,
scared
of
its
own
shadow
.
That
,
my
friend
,
is
what
we
can
be
threatened
with
.
"
McMurphy
looks
at
me
a
while
,
then
turns
back
to
Harding
.
"
Man
,
I
tell
you
,
how
come
you
stand
for
it
?
What
about
this
democratic-ward
manure
that
the
doctor
was
giving
me
?
Why
do
n't
you
take
a
vote
?
"
