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           "It’swardpolicy,Mr.McMurphy,tha’sthereason."Andwhenheseesthatthislastreasondon’taffectMcMurphylikeitshould,hefrownsatthathandonhisshoulderandadds,"Whatyous’poseit’dbelikeifevahbodywastobrushtheirteethwhenevertheytookanotiontobrush?"

           McMurphyturnsloosetheshoulder,tugsatthattuftofredwoolathisneck,andthinksthisover."Uh-huh,uh-huh,IthinkIcanseewhatyou’redrivin’at:wardpolicyisforthosethatcan’tbrushaftereverymeal."

           "Mygaw,don’tyousee?"

           "Yes,now,Ido.You’resayingpeople’dbebrushin’theirteethwheneverthespiritmovedthem."

           "Tha’sright,tha’swhywe—"

           "And,lordy,canyouimagine?Teethbein’brushedatsix-thirty,six-twenty—whocantell?maybeevensixo’clock.Yeah,Icanseeyourpoint."

           Hewinkspasttheblackboyatmestandingagainstthewall.

           "Igottagetthisbaseboardcleaned,McMurphy."

           "Oh.Ididn’tmeantokeepyoufromyourjob."Hestartstobackawayastheblackboybendstohisworkagain.Thenhecomesforwardandleansovertolookinthecanattheblackboy’sside."Well,lookhere;whatdowehavehere?"

           Theblackboypeersdown."Lookwhere?"

           "Lookhereinthisoldcan,Sam.Whatisthestuffinthisoldcan?"