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           "C’mon,loafers,Ineedonemorematetoroundoutthecrew,Ineedonemoregoddamvolunteer...."

           Buthecouldn’ttalkanybodyintoit.TheBigNursehadtherestscaredwithherstoriesofhowroughthesea’dbeenlatelyandhowmanyboats’dsunk,anditdidn’tlooklikewe’dgetthatlastcrewmembertillahalf-hourlaterwhenGeorgeSorensencameuptoMcMurphyinthebreakfastlinewherewewerewaitingforthemesshalltobeunlockedforbreakfast.

           BigtoothlessknottyoldSwedetheblackboyscalledRub-adubGeorge,becauseofhisthingaboutsanitation,cameshufflingupthehall,listingwellbacksohisfeetwentwelloutinfrontofhishead(swaysbackwardthiswaytokeephisfaceasfarawayfromthemanhe’stalkingtoashecan),stoppedinfrontofMcMurphy,andmumbledsomethinginhishand.Georgewasveryshy.Youcouldn’tseehiseyesbecausetheywereinsodeepunderhisbrow,andhecuppedhisbigpalmaroundmostoftherestofhisface.Hisheadswayedlikeacrow’snestontopofhismastlikespine.HemumbledinhishandtillMcMurphyfinallyreachedupandpulledthehandawayso’sthewordscouldgetout.

           "Now,George,whatisityou’resayin’?"

           "Redworms,"hewassaying."Ijoostdon’tthinktheydoyounogood—notfortheChin-nook."

           "Yeah?"McMurphysaid."Redworms?Imightagreewithyou,George,ifyouletmeknowwhatabouttheseredwormsyou’respeakingof."

           "IthinkjoostawhileagoIhearyousayMr.Bromdenwasoutdiggingtheredwormsforbait."