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           WhenhewasgoneoneoftheAcuteswhohadn’tmadethetripaskedhowcomeMcMurphylookedsobeatandwornoutwheretherestofuslookedredcheekedandstillfullofexcitement.Hardingpasseditoffasnothingmorethanthelossofhissuntan.

           "You’llrecallMcMurphycameinfullsteam,fromarigorouslifeoutdoorsonaworkfarm,ruddyoffaceandabloomwithphysicalhealth.We’vesimplybeenwitnesstothefadingofhismagnificentpsychopathicsuntan.That’sall.Todayhedidspendsomeexhaustinghours—inthedimnessoftheboatcabin,incidentally—whilewewereoutintheelements,soakinguptheVitaminD.Ofcourse,thatmayhaveexhaustedhimtosomeextent,thoserigorsdownbelow,butthinkofit,friends.Asformyself,IbelieveIcouldhavedonewithalittlelessVitaminDandalittlemoreofhiskindofexhaustion.EspeciallywithlittleCandyasataskmaster.AmIwrong?"

           Ididn’tsayso,butIwaswonderingifmaybehewasn’twrong.I’dnoticedMcMurphy’sexhaustionearlier,onthetriphome,afterhe’dinsistedondrivingpasttheplacewherehe’dlivedonce.We’djustsharedthelastbeerandslungtheemptycanoutthewindowatastopsignandwerejustleaningbacktogetthefeeloftheday,swimminginthatkindoftastydrowsinessthatcomesoveryouafteradayofgoinghardatsomethingyouenjoydoing—halfsunburnedandhalfdrunkandkeepingawakeonlybecauseyouwantedtosavorthetasteaslongasyoucould.InoticedvaguelythatIwasgettingso’sIcouldseesomegoodinthelifearoundme.