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The
machinery
in
the
walls
whistles
,
sighs
,
drops
into
a
lower
gear
.
Then
,
till
night
,
we
eat
and
shower
and
go
back
to
sit
in
the
day
room
.
Old
Blastic
,
the
oldest
Vegetable
,
is
holding
his
stomach
and
moaning
.
George
(
the
black
boys
call
him
Ruba-dub
)
is
washing
his
hands
in
the
drinking
fountain
.
The
Acutes
sit
and
play
cards
and
work
at
getting
a
picture
on
our
TV
set
by
carrying
the
set
every
place
the
cord
will
reach
,
in
search
of
a
good
beam
.
The
speakers
in
the
ceiling
are
still
making
music
.
The
music
from
the
speakers
is
n't
transmitted
in
on
a
radio
beam
is
why
the
machinery
do
n't
interfere
.
The
music
comes
off
a
long
tape
from
the
Nurses
'
Station
,
a
tape
we
all
know
so
well
by
heart
that
there
do
n't
any
of
us
consciously
hear
it
except
new
men
like
McMurphy
.
He
has
n't
got
used
to
it
yet
.
He
's
dealing
blackjack
for
cigarettes
,
and
the
speaker
's
right
over
the
card
table
.
He
's
pulled
his
cap
way
forward
till
he
has
to
lean
his
head
back
and
squint
from
under
the
brim
to
see
his
cards
.
He
holds
a
cigarette
between
his
teeth
and
talks
around
it
like
a
stock
auctioneer
I
saw
once
in
a
cattle
auction
in
The
Dalles
.
"
...
hey-ya
,
hey-ya
,
come
on
,
come
on
,
"
he
says
,
high
,
fast
;
"
I
'm
waitin
'
on
you
suckers
,
you
hit
or
you
sit
.
Hit
,
you
say
?
well
well
well
and
with
a
king
up
the
boy
wants
a
hit
.
Whaddaya
know
.
So
Comin
'
at
you
and
too
bad
,
a
little
lady
for
the
lad
and
he
's
over
the
wall
and
down
the
road
,
up
the
hill
and
dropped
his
load
.
Comin
'
at
you
,
Scanlon
,
and
I
wish
some
idiot
in
that
nurses
'
hothouse
would
turn
down
that
frigging
music
!
Hooee
!
Does
that
thing
play
night
and
day
,
Harding
?
I
never
heard
such
a
driving
racket
in
my
life
.
"
Harding
gives
him
a
blank
look
.
"
Exactly
what
noise
is
it
you
're
referring
to
,
Mr.
McMurphy
?
"
"
That
damned
radio
.
Boy
.
It
's
been
going
ever
since
I
come
in
this
morning
.
And
do
n't
come
on
with
some
baloney
that
you
do
n't
hear
it
.
"
Harding
cocks
his
ear
to
the
ceiling
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
the
so-called
music
.
Yes
,
I
suppose
we
do
hear
it
if
we
concentrate
,
but
then
one
can
hear
one
's
own
heartbeat
too
,
if
he
concentrates
hard
enough
.
"
He
grins
at
McMurphy
.
"
You
see
,
that
's
a
recording
playing
up
there
,
my
friend
.
We
seldom
hear
the
radio
.
The
world
news
might
not
be
therapeutic
.
And
we
've
all
heard
that
recording
so
many
times
now
it
simply
slides
out
of
our
hearing
,
the
way
the
sound
of
a
waterfall
soon
becomes
an
unheard
sound
to
those
who
live
near
it
.
Do
you
think
if
you
lived
near
a
waterfall
you
could
hear
it
very
long
?
"
(
I
still
hear
the
sound
of
the
falls
on
the
Columbia
,
always
will
--
always
--
hear
the
whoop
of
Charley
Bear
Belly
stabbed
himself
a
big
chinook
,
hear
the
slap
of
fish
in
the
water
,
laughing
naked
kids
on
the
bank
,
the
women
at
the
racks
...
from
a
long
time
ago
.
)
"
Do
they
leave
it
on
all
the
time
,
like
a
waterfall
?
"
McMurphy
says
.
"
Not
when
we
sleep
,
"
Cheswick
says
,
"
but
all
the
rest
of
the
time
,
and
that
's
the
truth
.
"
