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           ButsinceitwillbelargelytheChronicpatientswhoremainhereinthedayroomwiththespeaker—mostofwhomarerestrictedtoloungesorwheelchairs—oneaideandonenurseinhereshouldeasilybeabletoputdownanyriotsoruprisingsthatmightoccur,don’tyouthink?"

           Shedoesn’tanswer,andshedoesn’tcaremuchforhisjokingaboutriotsanduprisingseither,butherfacedoesn’tchange.Thesmilestays.

           "Sotheothertwoaidesandnursescancoverthemeninthetubroom,perhapsevenbetterthanhereinalargerarea.Whatdoyouthink,men?Isitaworkableidea?I’mratherenthusedaboutitmyself,andIsaywegiveitatry,seewhatit’slikeforafewdays.Ifitdoesn’twork,well,we’vestillgotthekeytolockitbackup,haven’twe?"

           "Right!"Cheswicksays,sockshisfistintohispalm.He’sstillstanding,likehe’safraidtogetnearthatthumbofMcMurphy’sagain."Right,DoctorSpivey,ifitdon’twork,we’vestillgotthekeytolockitbackup.Youbet."

           ThedoctorlooksaroundtheroomandseesalltheotherAcutesnoddingandsmilingandlookingsopleasedwithwhathetakestobehimandhisideathatheblusheslikeBillyBibbitandhastopolishhisglassesatimeortwobeforehecangoon.Itticklesmetoseethelittlemansohappywithhimself.Helooksatalltheguysnodding,andnodshimselfandsays,"Fine,fine,"andsettleshishandsonhisknees."Verygood.Now.