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           ThesoundremindedmeofhowIusedtofeelstandinginthecoldfallFridaynightoutonafootballfield,waitingfortheballtobekickedandthegametogetgoing.TheringingwouldbuildandbuildtillIdidn’tthinkIcouldstandstillanylonger;thenthekickwouldcomeanditwouldbegoneandthegamewouldbeonitsway.IfeltthatsameFriday-nightringingnow,andfeltthesamewild,stomping-up-and-downimpatience.AndIwasseeingsharpandhigh-pitchedtoo,thewayIdidbeforeagameandthewayIdidlookingoutofthedormwindowawhileback:everythingwassharpandclearandsolidlikeIforgotitcouldbe.Linesoftoothpasteandshoelaces,ranksofsunglassesandballpointpensguaranteedrightonthemtowritealifetimeonbutterunderwater,allguardedagainstshopliftersbyabig-eyedforceofTeddybearssittinghighonashelfoverthecounter.

           McMurphycamestompinguptothecounterbesidemeandhookedhisthumbsinhispocketsandtoldthesalesgirltogivehimacoupleofcartonsofMarlboros."Maybemakeitthreecartons,"hesaid,grinningather."Iplantodoalotofsmokin’."

           Theringingdidn’tstopuntilthemeetingthatafternoon.I’dbeenhalflisteningtothemworkonSefelttogethimtofaceuptotherealityofhisproblemssohecouldadjust("It’stheDilantin!"hefinallyyells."Now,Mr.Sefelt,ifyou’retobehelped,youmustbehonest,"shesays."But,it’sgottobetheDilantinthatdoesit;don’titmakemygumssoft?"Shesmiles.