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           Whenpeopleatastoplightwouldstareatusandourgreenuniformswe’ddojustlikehedid,situpstraightandstrongandtoughlookingandputabiggrinonourfaceandstarestraightbackatthemtilltheirmotorsdiedandtheirwindowssunstreakedandtheywereleftsittingwhenthelightchanged,upsetbadbywhatatoughbunchofmonkeyswasjustnownotthreefeetfromthem,andhelpnowhereinsight.

           AsMcMurphyledthetwelveofustowardtheocean.

           IthinkMcMurphyknewbetterthanwedidthatourtoughlookswereallshow,becausehestillwasn’tabletogetareallaughoutofanybody.Maybehecouldn’tunderstandwhyweweren’tabletolaughyet,butheknewyoucan’treallybestronguntilyoucanseeafunnysidetothings.Infact,heworkedsohardatpointingoutthefunnysideofthingsthatIwaswonderingalittleifmaybehewasblindtotheotherside,ifmaybehewasn’tabletoseewhatitwasthatparchedlaughterdeepinsideyourstomach.Maybetheguysweren’tabletoseeiteither,justfeelthepressuresofthedifferentbeamsandfrequenciescomingfromalldirections,workingtopushandbendyouonewayoranother,feeltheCombineatwork—butIwasabletoseeit.

           Thewayyouseethechangeinapersonyou’vebeenawayfromforalongtime,wheresomebodywhoseeshimeveryday,dayin,dayout,wouldn’tnoticebecausethechangeisgradual.