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           YoucanseeHardingsittingonatowelbehindher,lookingskinnyinhisbathingsuit,likehe’swaitingforsomebigguytokicksandonhim.Hardingbragsalotabouthavingsuchawomanforawife,saysshe’sthesexiestwomanintheworldandshecan’tgetenoughofhimnights.

           WhenBillypointshimoutHardingleansbackinhischairandassumesanimportantlook,speaksupattheceilingwithoutlookingatBillyorMcMurphy."Doesthis...gentlemanhaveanappointment,Mr.Bibbit?"

           "Doyouhaveanappointment,Mr.McM-m-murphy?Mr.Hardingisabusyman,nobodyseeshimwithoutanap-appointment."

           "ThisbusymanMr.Harding,ishethebullgooseloony?"HelooksatBillywithoneeye,andBillynodshisheadupanddownrealfast;Billy’stickledwithalltheattentionhe’sgetting.

           "ThenyoutellBullGooseLoonyHardingthatR.P.McMurphyiswaitingtoseehimandthatthishospitalain’tbigenoughforthetwoofus.I’maccustomedtobeingtopman.IbeenabullgoosecatskinnerforeverygyppologgingoperationintheNorthwestandbullgoosegamblerallthewayfromKorea,wasevenbullgoosepeaweederonthatpeafarmatPendleton—soIfigureifI’mboundtobealoony,thenI’mboundtobeastompdowndadgumgoodone.TellthisHardingthatheeithermeetsmemantomanorhe’sayallerskunkandbetterbeouttatownbysunset."

           Hardingleansfartherback,hookshisthumbsinhislapels."Bibbit,youtellthisyoungupstartMcMurphythatI’llmeethiminthemainhallathighnoonandwe’llsettlethisaffaironceandforall,libidosa-blazin’."HardingtriestodrawllikeMcMurphy;itsoundsfunnywithhishigh,breathyvoice.