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           TheaideswentofftotheNurses’Station,leavingusstandinginthedayroomdoor.Murphy’seyewaspuffedtogivehimasteadywink,andIcouldtellithurthislipstogrin.Heraisedhiscuffedhandsandstoodlookingattheclatterofmovementandtookadeepbreath.

           "McMurphy’sthename,pardners,"hesaidinhisdrawlingcowboyactor’svoice,"an’thethingIwanttoknowiswho’sthepeckerwoodrunsthepokergameinthisestablishment?"

           ThePing-pongclockdieddowninarapidtickingonthefloor.

           "Idon’tdealblackjacksogood,hobbledlikethis,butImaintainI’mafire-eaterinastudgame."

           Heyawned,hitchedashoulder,bentdownandclearedhisthroat,andspatsomethingatawastepapercanfivefeetaway;itrattledinwithatingandhestraightenedupagain,grinned,andlickedhistongueatthebloodygapinhisteeth.

           "Hadarun-indownstairs.Mean’theChiefherelockedhornswithtwogreasemonkeys."

           Allthestamp-millrackethadstoppedbythistime,andeverybodywaslookingtowardthetwoofusatthedoor.McMurphydreweyestohimlikeasideshowbarker.Besidehim,IfoundthatIwasobligedtobelookedattoo,andwithpeoplestaringatmeIfeltIhadtostandupstraightandtallasIcould.ThatmademybackhurtwhereI’dfallenintheshowerwiththeblackboyonme,butIdidn’tleton.OnehungrylookerwithaheadofshaggyblackhaircameupandheldhishandlikehefiguredIhadsomethingforhim.