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           "Isthereanymorediscussion,"shesaid,"ontherationingofcigarettes?"

           Lookingdownthecanceledrowoffaceshangingagainstthewallacrosstheroomfromme,myeyesfinallycametoMcMurphyinhischairinthecorner,concentratingonimprovinghisone-handedcardcut...andthewhitetubesintheceilingbegintopumptheirrefrigeratedlightagain...Icanfeelit,beamsallthewayintomystomach.

           AfterMcMurphydoesn’tstandupforusanylonger,someoftheAcutestalkandsayhe’sstilloutsmartingtheBigNurse,saythathegotwordshewasabouttosendhimtoDisturbedanddecidedtotoethelineawhile,notgiveheranyreason.Othersfigurehe’slettingherrelax,thenhe’sgoingtospringsomethingnewonher,somethingwilderandmoreornerythanever.Youcanhearthemtalkingingroups,wondering.

           Butme,Iknowwhy.Iheardhimtalktothelifeguard.He’sfinallygettingcagey,isall.ThewayPapafinallydidwhenhecametorealizethathecouldn’tbeatthatgroupfromtownwhowantedthegovernmenttoputinthedambecauseofthemoneyandtheworkitwouldbring,andbecauseitwouldgetridofthevillage:LetthattribeoffishInjunstaketheirstinkandtheirtwohundredthousanddollarsthegovernmentispayingthemandgosomeplaceelsewithit!Papahaddonethesmartthingsigningthepapers;therewasn’tanythingtogainbybuckingit.Thegovernmentwouldofgotitanyhow,soonerorlater;thiswaythetribewouldgetpaidgood.Itwasthesmartthing.McMurphywasdoingthesmartthing.Icouldseethat.