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Chapter 15
Theycan’treachme.Justthewordsreachme,andthose’refading.
Well...inasmuchasBillyhasdecidedtowalkoutonthediscussion,doesanyoneelsehaveaproblemtobringbeforethegroup?
Asamatteroffact,ma’am,theredoeshappentobesomething...
That’sthatMcMurphy.He’sfaraway.He’sstilltryingtopullpeopleoutofthefog.Whydon’theleavemebe?
"...rememberthatvotewehadadayorsoback-abouttheTVtime?Well,today’sFridayandIthoughtImightjustbringitupagain,justtoseeifanybodyelsehaspickedupalittleguts."
"Mr.McMurphy,thepurposeofthismeetingistherapy,grouptherapy,andI’mnotcertainthesepettygrievances—"
"Yeah,yeah,thehellwiththat,we’vehearditbefore.Meandsomeoftherestoftheguysdecided—"
"Onemoment,Mr.McMurphy,letmeposeaquestiontothegroup:doanyofyoufeelthatMr.McMurphyisperhapsimposinghispersonaldesiresonsomeofyoutoomuch?I’vebeenthinkingyoumightbehappierifheweremovedtoadifferentward."
Nobodysaysanythingforaminute.Thensomeonesays,"Lethimvote,whydontcha?WhyyawanttoshiphimtoDisturbedjustforbringingupavote?What’ssowrongwithchangingtime?"
"Why,Mr.Scanlon,asIrecall,yourefusedtoeatforthreedaysuntilweallowedyoutoturnthesetonatsixinsteadofsix-thirty."
"Amanneedstoseetheworldnews,don’the?God,theycouldabombedWashingtonandit’dbeenaweekbeforewe’dofheard."
