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           Bromden?"thenhandeduseachalittlepapercup.

           Ilookedinmine,andtherearethreeofthoseredcapsules.ThistsingwhirsinanyheadIcan’tstop.

           "Holdon,"McMurphysays."Thesearethoseknockoutpills,aren’tthey?"

           Thenursenods,twistsherheadtocheckbehindher;there’stwoguyswaitingwithicetongs,hunchingforwardwiththeirelbowslinked.

           McMurphyhandsbackthecup,says,"Nosir,ma’am,butI’llforgotheblindfold.Coulduseacigarette,though."

           Ihandminebacktoo,andshesaysshemustphoneandsheslipstheglassdooracrossbetweenus,isatthephonebeforeanybodycansayanythingelse.

           "I’msorryifIgotyouintosomething,Chief,"McMurphysays,andIbarelycanhearhimoverthenoiseofthephonewireswhistlinginthewalls.Icanfeelthescareddownhillrushofthoughtsinmyhead.

           We’resittinginthedayroom,thosefacesaroundusinacircle,wheninthedoorcomestheBigNurseherself,thetwobigblackboysoneachside,astepbehindher.Itrytoshrinkdowninmychair,awayfromher,butit’stoolate.Toomanypeoplelookingatme;stickyeyesholdmewhereIsit.

           "Goodmorning,"shesays,gotheroldsmilebacknow.McMurphysaysgoodmorning,andIkeepquieteventhoughshesaysgoodmorningtometoo,outloud.I’mwatchingtheblackboys;onehastapeonhisnoseandhisarminasling,grayhanddribblingoutoftheclothlikeadrownedspider,andtheotheroneismovinglikehe’sgotsomekindofcastaroundhisribs.Theyarebothgrinningalittle.