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           McMurphypushedbackwardfromtheedgeofthepoolandtrodwaterandthoughtthisover:he’dhadasixmonths’sentenceattheworkfarmwithtwomonthsfinished,fourmoretogo—andfourmoremonthswasthemosthewantedtospendlockedupanyplace.He’dbeenclosetoamonthinthisnuthouseanditmightbealotbetterthanaworkfarm,whatwithgoodbedsandorangejuiceforbreakfast,butitwasn’tbettertothepointthathe’dwanttospendacoupleofyearshere.

           Heswamovertothestepsattheshallowendofthepoolandsattheretherestoftheperiod,tuggingthatlittletuftofwoolathisthroatandfrowning.Watchinghimsittingtherefrowningalltohimself,IrememberedwhattheBigNursehadsaidinthemeeting,andIbegantofeelafraid.

           Whentheyblewthewhistleforustoleavethepoolandweallwerestragglingtowardthelockerroom,weranintothisotherwardcomingintotheswimmingpoolfortheirperiod,andinthefootbathattheshoweryouhadtogothroughwasthisonekidfromtheotherward.Hehadabigspongypinkheadandbulgyhipsandlegs—likesomebody’dgrabbedaballoonfullofwaterandsqueezeditinthemiddle—andhewaslyingonhissideinthefootbath,makingnoiseslikeasleepyseal.CheswickandHardinghelpedhimstandup,andhelayrightbackdowninthefootbath.Theheadbobbedaroundinthedisinfectant.McMurphywatchedthemlifthimstandingagain.

           "Whatthedevilishe?"heasked.

           "Hehashydrocephalus,"Hardingtoldhim."Somemanneroflymphdisorder,Ibelieve.