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           "That’scleanenough,"he’dtelltheblackboywhogotafterhimforthewayhehurriedthroughhisjob,"maybenotcleanenoughforsomepeople,butmyselfIplantopissin‘em,noteatlunchoutof‘em."AndwhentheBigNursegaveintotheblackboy’sfrustratedpleadingandcameintocheckMcMurphy’scleaningassignmentpersonally,shebroughtalittlecompactmirrorandshehelditundertherimofthebowls.Shewalkedalongshakingherheadandsaying,"Why,thisisanoutrage...anoutrage..."ateverybowl.McMurphysidledrightalongbesideher,winkingdownhisnoseandsayinginanswer,"No;that’satoiletbowl...atoiletbowl."

           Butshedidn’tlosecontrolagain,orevenactatalllikeshemight.Shewouldgetafterhimaboutthetoilets,usingthatsameterrible,slow,patientpressuresheusedoneverybody,ashestoodthereinfrontofher,lookinglikealittlekidgettingabawlingout,hanginghishead,andthetoeofonebootontopoftheother,saying,"Itryandtry,ma’am,butI’mafraidI’llnevermakemymarkasheadmanofthecrappers."

           Oncehewrotesomethingonaslipofpaper,strangewritingthatlookedlikeaforeignalphabet,andstuckitupunderoneofthosetoiletbowlrimswithawadofgum;whenshecametothattoiletwithhermirrorshegaveashortgaspatwhatshereadreflectedanddroppedhermirrorinthetoilet.Butshedidn’tlosecontrol.Thatdoll’sfaceandthatdoll’ssmilewereforgedinconfidence.