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           "Nobodysaidhewuh-wuh-wuh-was!"Billyhitthearmofthechairwithhisfisttogetoutthelastword."ButMissRatchedwasim-implying—"

           "No,Billy,Iwasn’timplyinganything.IwassimplyobservingthatMr.McMurphyisn’tonetorunariskwithoutareason.Youwouldagreetothat,wouldn’tyou?Wouldn’tallofyouagreetothat?"

           Nobodysaidanything.

           "Andyet,"shewenton,"heseemstodothingswithoutthinkingofhimselfatall,asifhewereamartyrorasaint.WouldanyoneventurethatMr.McMurphywasasaint?"

           Sheknewshewassafetosmilearoundtheroom,waitingforananswer.

           "No,notasaintoramartyr.Here.Shallweexamineacross-sectionofthisman’sphilanthropy?"Shetookasheetofyellowpaperoutofherbasket."Lookatsomeofthesegifts,asdevotedfansofhismightcallthem.First,therewasthegiftofthetubroom.Wasthatactuallyhistogive?Didheloseanythingbyacquiringitasagamblingcasino?Ontheotherhand,howmuchdoyousupposehemadeintheshorttimehewascroupierofhislittleMonteCarlohereontheward?Howmuchdidyoulose,Bruce?Mr.Sefelt?Mr.Scanlon?Ithinkyouallhavesomeideawhatyourpersonallosseswere,butdoyouknowwhathistotalwinningscameto,accordingtodepositshehasmadeatFunds?Almostthreehundreddollars."

           Scanlongavealowwhistle,butnooneelsesaidanything.

           "Ihavevariousotherbetshemadelistedhere,ifanyofyoucaretolook,includingsomethingtodowithdeliberatelytryingtoupsetthestaff.