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           "No.Idon’tagree.Notatall."Shesmilesaroundatallofthem."Idon’tagreethatheshouldbesentuptoDisturbed,whichwouldsimplybeaneasywayofpassingourproblemontoanotherward,andIdon’tagreethatheissomekindofextraordinarybeing—somekindof‘super’psychopath."

           Shewaitsbutnobodyisabouttodisagree.Forthefirsttimeshetakesasipofhercoffee;thecupcomesawayfromhermouthwiththatred-orangecoloronit.Istareattherimofthecupinspiteofmyself;shecouldn’tbewearinglipstickthatcolor.Thatcolorontherimofthecupmustbefromheat,touchofherlipssetitsmoldering.

           "I’lladmitthatmyfirstthoughtwhenIbegantorecognizeMr.McMurphyforthedisturbingforcethatheiswasthatheshouldmostdefinitelybesentuptoDisturbed.ButnowIbelieveitistoolate.Wouldremovinghimundotheharmthathehasdonetoourward?Idon’tbelieveitwould,notafterthisafternoon.IbelieveifheweresenttoDisturbednowitwouldbeexactlywhatthepatientswouldexpect.Hewouldbeamartyrtothem.Theywouldneverbegiventheopportunitytoseethatthismanisnotan—asyouputit,Mr.Gideon—‘extraordinaryperson.’"

           Shetakesanothersipandsetsthecuponthetable;thewhackofitsoundslikeagavel;allthreeresidentssitboldupright.

           "No.Heisn’textraordinary.Heissimplyamanandnomore,andissubjecttoallthefearsandallthecowardiceandallthetimiditythatanyothermanissubjectto.