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           Imagineyouareapproachingaparticularlypainfulbreakthroughandhedecideshe’sjusthadallhecantakeofyour—howwouldheputit?—your‘damnfoolcollitch-kidpryin’!’Youtellhimhemustn’tgethostileandhesays‘tohellwiththat,’andtellhimtocalmdown,inanauthoritarianvoice,ofcourse,andherehecomes,alltwohundredandtenred-headedpsychopathicIrishmanpoundsofhim,rightacrosstheinterviewingtableatyou.Areyou—areanyofus,forthatmatter—preparedtodealwithMr.McMurphywhenthesemomentsarise?"

           Heputshissize-tenpipebackinthecornerofhismouthandspreadshishandsonhiskneesandwaits.Everybody’sthinkingaboutMcMurphy’sthickredarmsandscarredhandsandhowhisneckcomesoutofhisT-shirtlikearustywedge.TheresidentnamedAlvinhasturnedpaleatthethought,likethatyellowpipesmokehisbuddywasblowingathimhadstainedhisface.

           "Soyoubelieveitwouldbewise,"thedoctorasks,"tosendhimuptoDisturbed?"

           "Ibelieveitwouldbeattheveryleastsafe,"theguywiththepipeanswers,closinghiseyes.

           "I’mafraidI’llhavetowithdrawmysuggestionandgoalongwithRobert,"Alvintellsthemall,"ifonlyformyownprotection."

           Theyalllaugh.They’reallmorerelaxednow,certainthey’vecomeroundtotheplanshewaswanting.