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           Hehastoleanintoit,pullinghisarmsaroundhim.Frostformsinhishairandeyebrows.Heleansfartherforward,buthisstepsaregettingslower;he’llnevermakeit.

           ThenMcMurphytakestowhistling"SweetGeorgiaBrown,"andthenurselooksawayfromtheblackboyjustintime.Nowshe’smadderandmorefrustratedthanever,madder’nIeversawherget.Herdollsmileisgone,stretchedtightandthinasared-hotwire.Ifsomeofthepatientscouldbeouttoseehernow,McMurphycouldstartcollectinghisbets.

           Theblackboyfinallygetstoher,andittookhimtwohours.Shedrawsalongbreath."Washington,whywasn’tthismanissuedachangeofgreensthismorning?Couldn’tyouseehehadnothingonbutatowel?"

           "Andmycap,"McMurphywhispers,tappingthebrimwithhisfinger.

           "Mr.Washington?"

           Thebigblackboylooksatthelittleonewhopointedhimout,andthelittleblackboycommencestofidgetagain.Thebigboylooksathimalongtimewiththoseradio-tubeeyes,planstosquarethingswithhimlater;thentheheadturnsandhelooksMcMurphyupanddown,takinginthehard,heavyshoulders,thelopsidedgrin,thescaronthenose,thehandclampingthetowelinplace,andthenhelooksatthenurse.

           "Iguess—"hestartsout.

           "Youguess!You’lldomorethanguess!You’llgethimauniformthisinstant,Mr.Washington,orspendthenexttwoweeksworkingonGeriatricsWard!Yes.Youmayneedamonthofbedpansandslabbathstorefreshyourappreciationofjusthowlittleworkyouaideshavetodoonthisward.