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           Talkingoveroldtimes.YouseeMr.McMurphyandIfindwehavesomethingincommon—wewenttothesamehighschool."

           Thenurseslookatoneanotherandwonderwhat’sgotintothisman.ThepatientsglanceatMcMurphygrinningfromhiscornerandwaitforthedoctortogoon.Henodshishead.

           "Yes,thesamehighschool.Andinthecourseofourreminiscingwehappenedtobringupthecarnivalstheschoolusedtosponsor—marvelous,noisy,galaoccasions.Decorations,crepestreamers,booths,games—itwasalwaysoneoftheprimeeventsoftheyear.I—asImentionedtoMcMurphy—wasthechairmanofthehigh-schoolcarnivalbothmyjuniorandsenioryears—wonderfulcarefreeyears..."

           It’sgotrealquietinthedayroom.Thedoctorraiseshishead,peersaroundtoseeifhe’smakingafoolofhimself.TheBigNurseisgivinghimalookthatshouldn’tleaveanydoubtsaboutit,buthedoesn’thaveonhisglassesandthelookmisseshim.

           "Anyway—toputanendtothismaudlindisplayofnostalgia—inthecourseofourconversationMcMurphyandIwonderedwhatwouldbetheattitudeofsomeofthementowardacarnivalhereontheward?"

           Heputsonhisglassesandpeersaroundagain.Nobody’sjumpingupanddownattheidea.SomeofuscanrememberTabertryingtoengineeracarnivalafewyearsback,andwhathappenedtoit.Asthedoctorwaits,asilencerearsupfromoutofthenurseandloomsovereverybody,daringanybodytochallengeit.