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           NotlikethatfatPublicRelationlaugh.Thissoundsreal.Irealizeallofasuddenit’sthefirstlaughI’veheardinyears.

           Hestandslookingatus,rockingbackinhisboots,andhelaughsandlaughs.Helaceshisfingersoverhisbellywithouttakinghisthumbsoutofhispockets.Iseehowbigandbeatuphishandsare.Everybodyontheward,patients,staff,andall,isstunneddumbbyhimandhislaughing.There’snomovetostophim,nomovetosayanything.Helaughstillhe’sfinishedforatime,andhewalksonintothedayroom.Evenwhenheisn’tlaughing,thatlaughingsoundhoversaroundhim,thewaythesoundhoversaroundabigbelljustquitringing—it’sinhiseyes,inthewayhesmilesandswaggers,inthewayhetalks.

           "MynameisMcMurphy,buddies,R.P.McMurphy,andI’magamblingfool."Hewinksandsingsalittlepieceofasong:"‘...andwheneverImeetwithadeckacardsIlays...mymoney...down,’"andlaughsagain.

           Hewalkstooneofthecardgames,tipsanAcute’scardsupwithathick,heavyfinger,andsquintsatthehandandshakeshishead.

           "Yessir,that’swhatIcametothisestablishmentfor,tobringyoubirdsfunan’entertainmentaroundthegamin’table.NobodyleftinthatPendletonWorkFarmtomakemydaysinterestinganymore,soIrequestedatransfer,yasee.Neededsomenewblood.Hooee,lookatthewaythisbirdholdshiscards,showin’toeverybodyinablock;man!I’lltrimyoubabieslikelittlelambs."

           Cheswickgathershiscardstogether.TheredheadedmanstickshishandoutforCheswicktoshake.