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           Mym-m-motherisagoodfriendofM-MissRatched,andIcouldgetanAMAsignedthisafternoon,ifIhadtheguts!"

           Hejerkshisshirtupfromthebenchandtriestopulliton,buthe’sshakingtoohard.FinallyheslingsitfromhimandturnsbacktoMcMurphy.

           "YouthinkIwuh-wuh-wuh-wanttostayinhere?YouthinkIwouldn’tlikeacon-con-vertibleandaguh-guh-girlfriend?Butdidyoueverhavepeoplel-l-laughingatyou?No,becauseyou’resob-bigandsotough!Well,I’mnotbigandtough.NeitherisHarding.NeitherisF-Fredrickson.NeitherisSuhSefelt.Oh—oh,you—yout-talklikewestayedinherebecausewelikedit!Oh—it’sn-nouse..."

           He’scryingandstutteringtoohardtosayanythingelse,andhewipeshiseyeswiththebacksofhishandssohecansee.Oneofthescabspullsoffhishand,andthemorehewipesthemorehesmearsbloodoverhisfaceandinhiseyes.Thenhestartsrunningblind,bouncingdownthehallfromsidetosidewithhisfaceasmearofblood,ablackboyrightafterhim.

           McMurphyturnsroundtotherestoftheguysandopenshismouthtoasksomethingelse,andthenclosesitwhenheseeshowthey’relookingathim.Hestandsthereaminutewiththerowofeyesaimedathimlikearowofrivets;thenhesays,"Hell’sbells,"inaweaksortofway,andheputshiscapbackonandpullsitdownhardandgoesbacktohisplaceonthebench