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           "Aftertoday,"thedoctorgoeson,"noonecansaythatthisisanordinarymanwe’redealingwith.No,certainlynot.Andheisadisturbingfactor,that’sobvious.So—ah—asIseeit,ourcourseinthisdiscussionistodecidewhatactiontotakeindealingwithhim.Ibelievethenursecalledthismeeting—correctmeifI’moffbasehere,MissRatched—totalkthesituationoutandunifythestaff’sopinionofwhatshouldbedoneaboutMr.McMurphy?"

           Hegivesherapleadinglook,butshestilldoesn’tsayanything.She’sliftedherfacetowardtheceiling,checkingfordirtmostlikely,anddoesn’tappeartohaveheardathinghe’sbeensaying.

           Thedoctorturnstothelineofresidentsacrosstheroom;allofthemgotthesamelegcrossedandcoffeecuponthesameknee."Youfellows,"thedoctorsays,"Irealizeyouhaven’thadadequatetimetoarriveataproperdiagnosisofthepatient,butyouhavehadachanceatobservinghiminaction.Whatdoyouthink?"

           Thequestionpopstheirheadsup.Cleverly,he’sputthemonthecarpettoo.TheyalllookfromhimtotheBigNurse.Somewayshehasregainedallheroldpowerinafewshortminutes.Justsittingthere,smilingupattheceilingandnotsayinganything,shehastakencontrolagainandmadeeveryoneawarethatshe’stheforceinheretobedealtwith.Iftheseboysdon’tplayitjustrightthey’reliabletofinishtheirtrainingupinPortlandatthealkyhospital.Theybegintofidgetaroundlikethedoctor.