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Chapter 17
Shestoodupfromthetoiletbowlandgavehimalookthatwouldpeelpaintandtoldhimitwashisjobtomakethelatrinecleaner,notdirtier.
Actually,therewasn’tmuchcleaningofanykindgettingdoneontheward.Assoonasitcametimeintheafternoonwhentheschedulecalledforhouseduties,itwasalsotimeforthebaseballgamestobeonTV,andeverybodywentandlinedthechairsupinfrontofthesetandtheydidn’tmoveoutofthemuntildinner.Itdidn’tmakeanydifferencethatthepowerwasshutoffintheNurses’Stationandwecouldn’tseeathingbutthatblankgrayscreen,becauseMcMurphy’dentertainusforhours,sitandtalkandtellallkindsofstories,likehowhemadeathousanddollarsinonemonthdrivingtruckforagyppooutfitandthenlosteverypennyofittosomeCanadianinanax-throwingcontest,orhowheandabuddyslick-tonguedaguyintoridingabrahmabullatarodeoinAlbany,intoridinghimwhileheworeablindfold:"Notthebull,Imean,theguyhadontheblindfold."Theytoldtheguythattheblindfoldwouldkeephimfromgettingdizzywhenthebullwenttospinning;then,whentheygotabandannawrappedaroundhiseyestowherehecouldn’tsee,theysethimonthatbullbackward.McMurphytolditacoupleoftimesandslappedhisthighwithhishatandlaughedeverytimeherememberedit."Blindfoldedandbackwards...AndI’masonofagunifhedidn’tstaythelimitandwonthepurse.AndIwassecond;ifhe’dbeenthrowedI’doftookfirstandaneatlittlepurse.
