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           Theyallhaveasipofcoffeeonitexcepttheguywiththepipe,andhehasabigto-dowiththethinggoingoutallthetime,goesthroughalotofmatchesandsuckingandpuffingandpoppingofhislips.Itfinallysmokesupagaintosuithim,andhesays,alittleproudly,"Yes,DisturbedWardforol’RedMcMurphy,I’mafraid.YouknowwhatIthink,observinghimthesefewdays?"

           "Schizophrenicreaction?"Alvinasks.

           Pipeshakeshishead.

           "LatentHomosexualwithReactionFormation?"thethirdonesays.

           Pipeshakeshisheadagainandshutshiseyes."No,"hesaysandsmilesroundtheroom,"NegativeOedipal."

           Theyallcongratulatehim.

           "Yes,Ithinkthereisalotpointingtoit,"hesays."Butwhateverthefinaldiagnosisis,wemustkeeponethinginmind:we’renotdealingwithanordinaryman."

           "You—arevery,verywrong,Mr.Gideon."It’stheBigNurse.

           Everybody’sheadjerkstowardher—minetoo,butIcheckmyselfandpassthemotionofflikeI’mtryingtoscrubaspeckIjustdiscoveredonthewallabovemyhead.Everybody’sconfusedalltohellforsurenow.Theyfiguredtheywereproposingjustwhatshe’dwant,justwhatshewasplanningtoproposeinthemeetingherself.Ithoughtsotoo.I’veseenhersendmenhalfthesizeofMcMurphyuptoDisturbedfornomorereasonthantherewasachancetheymightspitonsomebody;nowshe’sgotthisbullofamanwho’sbuckedherandeverybodyelseonthestaff,aguysheallbutsaidwasonhiswayoffthewardearlierthisafternoon,andshesaysno.