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           "Whothehellsaysso?Jesus,Ihaven’tmissedaWorldSeriesinyears.EvenwhenIwasinthecooleroneSeptembertheyletusbringinaTVandwatchtheSeries,they’dofhadariotontheirhandsiftheyhadn’t.Ijustmayhavetokickthatdamneddoordownandwalktosomebardowntowntoseethegame,justmeandmybuddyCheswick."

           "Nowthere’sasuggestionwithalotofmerit,"Hardingsays,tossingdownhismagazine."Whynotbringthatupforvoteingroupmeetingtomorrow?‘MissRatched,I’dliketomovethatthewardbetransportedenmassetotheIdleHourforbeerandtelevision.’"

           "I’dsecondthemotion,"Cheswicksays."Damnright."

           "Thehellwiththatinmassbusiness,"McMurphysays."I’mtiredoflookingatyoubunchofoldladies;whenmeandCheswickbustouttahereIthinkbyGodI’mgonnanailthedoorshutbehindme.Youguysbetterstaybehind;yourmammaprobablywouldn’tletyoucrossthestreet."

           "Yeah?Isthatit?"FredricksonhascomeupbehindMcMurphy."You’rejustgoingtoraiseoneofthosebighe-manbootsofyoursandkickdownthedoor?Arealtoughguy."

           McMurphydon’thardlylookatFredrickson;he’slearnedthatFredricksonmightacthard-boilednowandthen,butit’sanactthatfoldsundertheslightestscare.