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Chapter 4
Irecallsomeyearsbackwehadaman,aMr.Taber,ontheward,andhewasanintolerableWardManipulator.Forawhile."Shelooksupfromherwork,needlehalffilledinfrontofherfacelikealittlewand.Hereyesgetfar-offandpleasedwiththememory."MisturTay-bur,"shesays.
"But,gee,"theothernursesays,"whatonearthwouldmakeamanwanttodosomethinglikedisruptthewardfor,MissRatched?Whatpossiblemotive...?"
Shecutsthelittlenurseoffbyjabbingtheneedlebackintothevial’srubbertop,fillsit,jerksitout,andlaysitonthetray.Iwatchherhandreachforanotheremptyneedle,watchitdartout,hingeoverit,drop.
"Youseemtoforget,MissFlinn,thatthisisaninstitutionfortheinsane."
TheBigNursetendstogetrealputoutifsomethingkeepsheroutfitfromrunninglikeasmooth,accurate,precision-mademachine.Theslightestthingmessyoroutofkilterorinthewaytiesherintoalittlewhiteknotoftight-smiledfury.Shewalksaroundwiththatsamedollsmilecrimpedbetweenherchinandhernoseandthatsamecalmwhircomingfromhereyes,butdowninsideofhershe’stenseassteel.Iknow,Icanfeelit.Andshedon’trelaxahairtillshegetsthenuisanceattendedto—whatshecalls"adjustedtosurroundings."
UnderherrulethewardInsideisalmostcompletelyadjustedtosurroundings.Butthethingisshecan’tbeonthewardallthetime.She’sgottospendsometimeOutside.SosheworkswithaneyetoadjustingtheOutsideworldtoo.WorkingalongsideotherslikeherwhoIcallthe"Combine,"whichisahugeorganizationthataimstoadjusttheOutsideaswellasshehastheInside,hasmadeherarealveteranatadjustingthings.