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           "Why,I’vegotamillionideas..."

           Hetalksfullsteamaheadforanotherfiveminutes.Youcantellalotoftheideasareideashe’salreadytalkedoverwithMcMurphy.Hedescribesgames,booths,talksofsellingtickets,thenstopsassuddenlyasthoughtheNurse’slookhadhithimrightbetweentheeyes.Heblinksatherandasks,"Whatdoyouthinkoftheidea,MissRatched?Ofacarnival?Here,ontheward?"

           "Iagreethatitmayhaveanumberoftherapeuticpossibilities,"shesays,andwaits.Sheletsthatsilencerearupfromheragain.Whenshe’ssurenobody’sgoingtochallengeit,shegoeson."ButIalsobelievethatanidealikethisshouldbediscussedinstaffmeetingbeforeadecisionisreached.Wasn’tthatyouridea,Doctor?"

           "Ofcourse.Imerelythought,understand,Iwouldfeeloutsomeofthemenfirst.Butcertainly,astaffmeetingfirst.Thenwe’llcontinueourplans."

           Everybodyknowsthat’sallthereistothecarnival.

           TheBigNursestartstobringthingsbackintohandbyrattlingthefolioshe’sholding."Fine.Thenifthereisnoothernewbusiness—andifMr.Cheswickwillbeseated—Ithinkwemightgorightonintothediscussion.Wehave"—shetakesherwatchfromthebasketandlooksatit—"forty-eightminutesleft.So,asI—"

           "Oh.Hey,wait.Irememberthereissomeothernewbusiness."McMurphyhashishandup,fingerssnapping.Shelooksatthehandforalongtimebeforeshesaysanything.

           "Yes,Mr.McMurphy?"

           "Notme,DoctorSpiveyhas.