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           McMurphysaysthatasamatteroffactacoupleofsweettwitcheslikethosetwoistheonlythingthishospitaldoeslack.Thebedtheygiveamanhere,finesthe’seversleptin,andwhatafinetabletheydospread.Hecan’tfigurewhyeverybody’ssoglumaboutbeinglockeduphere.

           "Lookatmenow,"hetellstheguysandliftsaglasstothelight,"gettingmyfirstglassoforangejuiceinsixmonths.Hooee,that’sgood.Iaskyou,whatdidIgetforbreakfastatthatworkfarm?WhatwasIserved?Well,Icandescribewhatitlookedlike,butIsurecouldn’thanganameonit;morningnoonandnightitwasburntblackandhadpotatoesinitandlookedlikeroofingglue.Iknowonething;itwasn’torangejuice.Lookatmenow:bacon,toast,butter,eggs—coffeethelittlehoneyinthekitchenevenasksmeifIlikeitblackorwhitethankyou—andagreat!big!coldglassoforangejuice.Why,youcouldn’tpaymetoleavethisplace!"

           Hegetssecondsoneverythingandmakesadatewiththegirlpourscoffeeinthekitchenforwhenhegetsdischarged,andhecomplimentstheNegrocookonsunnysidingthebesteggsheeverate.There’sbananasforthecornflakes,andhegetsahandful,tellstheblackboythathe’llfilchhimone‘causehelookssostarved,andtheblackboyshiftshiseyestolookdownthehalltowherethenurseissittinginherglasscase,andsaysitain’tallowedforthehelptoeatwiththepatients.

           "Againstwardpolicy?"

           "Tha’sright."