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           Igotjustasmuchtolosehasslingthatoldbuzzardasyoudo."

           HegrinsandwinksdownhisnoseanddigsHardingintheribswithhisthumb,likehe’sfinishedwiththewholethingbutnohardfeelings,whenHardingsayssomethingelse.

           "No.You’vegotmoretolosethanIdo,myfriend."

           Harding’sgrinningagain,lookingwiththatskitterishsidewayslookofajumpymare,adipping,rearingmotionofthehead.Everybodymovesdownaplace.MartinicomesawayfromtheX-rayscreen,buttoninghisshirtandmuttering,"Iwouldn’tofbelieveditifIhadn’tsawit,"andBillyBibbitgoestotheblackglasstotakeMartini’splace.

           "YouhavemoretolosethanIdo,"Hardingsaysagain."I’mvoluntary.I’mnotcommitted."

           McMurphydoesn’tsayaword.He’sgotthatsamepuzzledlookonhisfacelikethere’ssomethingisn’tright,somethinghecan’tputhisfingeron.HejustsitstherelookingatHarding,andHarding’srearingsmilefadesandhegoestofidgetingaroundfromMcMurphystaringathimsofunny.Heswallowsandsays,"Asamatteroffact,thereareonlyafewmenonthewardwhoarecommitted.OnlyScanlonand—well,IguesssomeoftheChronics.Andyou.Notmanycommitmentsinthewholehospital.No,notmanyatall."

           Thenhestops,hisvoicedribblingawayunderMcMurphy’seyes.AfterabitofsilenceMcMurphysayssoftly,"Areyoubullshittingme?"Hardingshakeshishead.Helooksfrightened.McMurphystandsupinthehallandsays,"Areyouguysbullshittingme!"

           Nobody’llsayanything.