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           Whenoneo’clockcamearoundandwewenttomovingthings,gettingthedayroomready,theleastblackboyaskedifshewantedhimtogodownandgetMcMurphyandWashingtonforthemeeting,butshesaidno,itwasallright,lethimstay—besides,someofthemenheremightlikeachancetodiscussourMr.RandlePatrickMcMurphyintheabsenceofhisdominatingpresence.

           Theystartedthemeetingtellingfunnystoriesabouthimandwhathe’ddone,andtalkedforawhileaboutwhatagreatguyhewas,andshekeptstill,waitingtilltheyalltalkedthisoutoftheirsystems.Thentheotherquestionsstartedcomingup.WhataboutMcMurphy?Whatmadehimgoonlikehewas,dothethingshedid?Someoftheguyswonderedifmaybethattaleofhimfakingfightsattheworkfarmtogetsentherewasn’tjustmoreofhisspoofing,andthatmaybehewascrazierthanpeoplethought.TheBigNursesmiledatthisandraisedherhand.

           "Crazylikeafox,"shesaid."Ibelievethatiswhatyou’retryingtosayaboutMr.McMurphy."

           "Whatdoyoum-m-mean?"Billyasked.McMurphywashisspecialfriendandhero,andhewasn’ttoosurehewaspleasedwiththewayshe’dlacedthatcomplimentwiththingsshedidn’tsayoutloud."Whatdoyoum-m-mean,‘likeafox’?"

           "It’sasimpleobservation,Billy,"thenurseansweredpleasantly."Let’sseeifsomeoftheothermencouldtellyouwhatitmeans.Whataboutyou,Mr.Scanlon?"

           "Shemeans,Billy,thatMack’snobody’sfool."