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           Ateleveno’clockthedoctorcomestotheday-roomdoorandcallsovertoMcMurphythathe’dliketohavehimcomedowntohisofficeforaninterview."Iinterviewallnewadmissionsonthesecondday."

           McMurphylaysdownhiscardsandstandsupandwalksovertothedoctor.Thedoctoraskshimhowhisnightwas,butMcMurphyjustmumblesananswer.

           "Youlookdeepinthoughttoday,Mr.McMurphy."

           "Oh,I’mathinkerallright,"McMurphysays,andtheywalkofftogetherdownthehall.Whentheycomebackwhatseemslikedayslater,they’rebothgrinningandtalkingandhappyaboutsomething.Thedoctoriswipingtearsoffhisglassesandlookslikehe’sactuallybeenlaughing,andMcMurphyisbackasloudandfullofbrassandswaggerasever.He’sthatwayallthroughlunch,andatoneo’clockhe’sthefirstoneinhisseatforthemeeting,hiseyesblueandorneryfromhisplaceinthecorner.

           TheBigNursecomesintothedayroomwithhercoveyofstudentnursesandherbasketofnotes.Shepicksthelogbookupfromthetableandfrownsintoitaminute(nobody’sinformedonanybodyalldaylong),thengoestoherseatbesidethedoor.ShepicksupsomefoldersfromthebasketonherlapandrifflesthroughthemtillshefindstheoneonHarding.

           "AsIrecall,weweremakingquiteabitofheadwayyesterdaywithMr.Harding’sproblem—"

           "Ah—beforewegointothat,"thedoctorsays,"I’dliketointerruptamoment,ifImight.ConcerningatalkMr.McMurphyandIhadinmyofficethismorning.Reminiscing,actually.