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           HerequestedanotherpassaftertellingthedoctorhehadsomefriendsattheSiuslawBayatFlorencewhowouldliketotakeeightornineofthepatientsoutdeep-seafishingifitwasokaywiththestaff,andhewroteontherequestlistoutinthehallthatthistimehewouldbeaccompaniedby"twosweetoldauntsfromalittleplaceoutsideofOregonCity."Inthemeetinghispasswasgrantedforthenextweekend.Whenthenursefinishedofficiallynotinghispassinherrollbook,shereachedintoherwickerbagbesideherfeetanddrewoutaclippingthatshehadtakenfromthepaperthatmorning,andreadoutloudthatalthoughfishingoffthecoastofOregonwashavingapeakyear,thesalmonwererunningquitelateintheseasonandtheseawasroughanddangerous.Andshewouldsuggestthemengivethatsomethought.

           "Goodidea,"McMurphysaid.Heclosedhiseyesandsuckedadeepbreaththroughhisteeth."Yessir!Thesaltsmello’thepoundin’sea,thecracko’thebowagainstthewaves—bravingtheelements,wheremenaremenandboatsareboats.MissRatched,you’vetalkedmeintoit.I’llcallandrentthatboatthisverynight.ShallIsignyouon?"

           Insteadofansweringshewalkedtothebulletinboardandpinneduptheclipping.

           Thenextdayhestartedsigninguptheguysthatwantedtogoandthathadtenbuckstochipinonboatrent,andthenursestartedsteadilybringinginclippingsfromthenewspapersthattoldaboutwreckedboatsandsuddenstormsonthecoast.