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"
I
guess
--
"
he
starts
out
.
"
You
guess
!
You
'll
do
more
than
guess
!
You
'll
get
him
a
uniform
this
instant
,
Mr.
Washington
,
or
spend
the
next
two
weeks
working
on
Geriatrics
Ward
!
Yes
.
You
may
need
a
month
of
bedpans
and
slab
baths
to
refresh
your
appreciation
of
just
how
little
work
you
aides
have
to
do
on
this
ward
.
If
this
was
one
of
the
other
wards
,
who
do
you
think
would
be
scouring
the
hall
all
day
?
Mr.
Bromden
here
?
No
,
you
know
who
it
would
be
.
We
excuse
you
aides
from
most
of
your
housekeeping
duties
to
enable
you
to
see
to
the
patients
.
And
that
means
seeing
that
they
do
n't
parade
around
exposed
.
What
do
you
think
would
have
happened
if
one
of
the
young
nurses
had
come
in
early
and
found
a
patient
running
round
the
halls
without
a
uniform
?
What
do
you
think
!
"
The
big
black
boy
is
n't
too
sure
what
,
but
he
gets
her
drift
and
ambles
off
to
the
linen
room
to
get
McMurphy
a
set
of
greens
--
probably
ten
sizes
too
small
--
and
ambles
back
and
holds
it
out
to
him
with
a
look
of
the
clearest
hate
I
ever
saw
.
McMurphy
just
looks
confused
,
like
he
do
n't
know
how
to
take
the
outfit
the
black
boy
's
handing
to
him
,
what
with
one
hand
holding
the
toothbrush
and
the
other
hand
holding
up
the
towel
.
He
finally
winks
at
the
nurse
and
shrugs
and
unwraps
the
towel
,
drapes
it
over
her
shoulder
like
she
was
a
wooden
rack
.
I
see
he
had
his
shorts
on
under
the
towel
all
along
.
I
think
for
a
fact
that
she
'd
rather
he
'd
of
been
stark
naked
under
that
towel
than
had
on
those
shorts
.
She
's
glaring
at
those
big
white
whales
leaping
round
on
his
shorts
in
pure
wordless
outrage
.
That
's
more
'n
she
can
take
.
It
's
a
full
minute
before
she
can
pull
herself
together
enough
to
turn
on
the
least
black
boy
;
her
voice
is
shaking
out
of
control
,
she
's
so
mad
.
"
Williams
...
I
believe
...
you
were
supposed
to
have
the
windows
of
the
Nurses
'
Station
polished
by
the
time
I
arrived
this
morning
.
"
He
scuttles
off
like
a
black
and
white
bug
.
"
And
you
,
Washington
--
and
you
...
"
Washington
shuffles
back
to
his
bucket
in
almost
a
trot
.
She
looks
around
again
,
wondering
who
else
she
can
light
into
.
She
spots
me
,
but
by
this
time
some
of
the
other
patients
are
out
of
the
dorm
and
wondering
about
the
little
clutch
of
us
here
in
the
hall
.
She
closes
her
eyes
and
concentrates
.
She
ca
n't
have
them
see
her
face
like
this
,
white
and
warped
with
fury
.
She
uses
all
the
power
of
control
that
's
in
her
.
Gradually
the
lips
gather
together
again
under
the
little
white
nose
,
run
together
,
like
the
red-hot
wire
had
got
hot
enough
to
melt
,
shimmer
a
second
,
then
click
solid
as
the
molten
metal
sets
,
growing
cold
and
strangely
dull
.
Her
lips
part
,
and
her
tongue
comes
between
them
,
a
chunk
of
slag
.
Her
eyes
open
again
,
and
they
have
that
strange
dull
and
cold
and
flat
look
the
lips
have
,
but
she
goes
into
her
good-morning
routine
like
there
was
nothing
different
about
her
,
figuring
the
patients
'll
be
too
sleepy
to
notice
.
"
Good
morning
,
Mr.
Sefelt
,
are
your
teeth
any
better
?
Good
morning
,
Mr.
Fredrickson
,
did
you
and
Mr.
Sefelt
have
a
good
night
last
night
?
You
bed
right
next
to
each
other
,
do
n't
you
?
Incidentally
,
it
's
been
brought
to
my
attention
that
you
two
have
made
some
arrangement
with
your
medication
--
you
are
letting
Bruce
have
your
medication
,
are
n't
you
,
Mr.
Sefelt
?
We
'll
discuss
that
later
.
Good
morning
,
Billy
;
I
saw
your
mother
on
the
way
in
,
and
she
told
me
to
be
sure
to
tell
you
she
thought
of
you
all
the
time
and
knew
you
would
n't
disappoint
her
.
Good
morning
,
Mr.
Harding
--
why
,
look
,
your
fingertips
are
red
and
raw
.
Have
you
been
chewing
your
fingernails
again
?
"
Before
they
could
answer
,
even
if
there
was
some
answer
to
make
,
she
turns
to
McMurphy
still
standing
there
in
his
shorts
.
Harding
looks
at
the
shorts
and
whistles
.
