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           ThenursegivesFredrickson’sarmalittleshakelikehe’dgonetosleep,andrepeats,"Evenifyoutakeintoconsiderationtheharmfuleffectsofthemedicine,don’tyouthinkit’sbetterthanthat?"

           Ashestaresdownatthefloor,Fredrickson’sblondeyebrowsareraisedlikehe’sseeingforthefirsttimejusthowhelooksatleastonceamonth.Thenursesmilesandpatshisarmandheadsforthedoor,glaresattheAcutestoshamethemforgatheringaroundwatchingsuchathing;whenshe’sgone,Fredricksonshiversandtriestosmile.

           "Idon’tknowwhatIgotmadattheoldgirlabout—Imean,shedidn’tdoanythingtogivemeareasontoblowuplikethat,didshe?"

           Itisn’tlikehewantsananswer;it’smoresortofrealizingthathecan’tputhisfingeronareason.Heshiversagainandstartstoslipbackawayfromthegroup.McMurphycomesupandaskshiminalowvoicewhatisittheytake?

           "Dilantin,McMurphy,ananti-convulsant,ifyoumustknow."

           "Don’titworkorsomething?"

           "Yeah,Iguessitworksallright—ifyoutakeit."

           "Thenwhat’sthesweatabouttakingitornot?"

           "Look,ifyoumustknow!Here’sthedirtysweatabouttakingit."Fredricksonreachesupandgrabshislowerlipbetweenhisthumbandfinger,pullsitdowntoshowgumsraggedandpinkandbloodlessaroundlongshinyteeth."Yourgungs,"hesays,hangingontothelip."Dilantingnakesyourgungsrot.Andaseizuregnakesyougrityourteeth.Andyou—"

           There’sanoiseonthefloor