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           Turkleinthelinenroomandledhimoutblinkingandgroaning,tangledinahundredyardsoftornsheetlikeamummywithahangover,wewereroaring.TheBigNursetookourgoodhumorwithoutsomuchasatraceofherlittlepastedsmile;everylaughwasbeingforcedrightdownherthroattillitlookedasifanyminuteshe’dblowuplikeabladder.

           McMurphydrapedonebarelegovertheedgeofthesofaandpulledhiscapdowntokeepthelightfromhurtinghisreddenedeyes,andhekeptlickingoutatonguethatlookedlikeithadbeenshellackedbythatcoughsyrup.Helookedsickandterrificallytired,andhekeptpressingtheheelsofhishandsagainsthistemplesandyawning,butasbadasheseemedtofeelhestillheldhisgrinandonceortwicewentsofarastolaughoutloudatsomeofthethingsthenursekeptturningup.

           WhenthenursewentintocalltheMainBuildingtoreportMr.Turkle’sresignation,TurkleandthegirlSandytooktheopportunitytounlockthatscreenagainandwavegood-bytoallandgolopingoffacrossthegrounds,stumblingandslippingonthewet,sun-sparklegrass.

           "Hedidn’tlockitbackup,"HardingsaidtoMcMurphy."Goon.Goonafterthem!"

           McMurphygroanedandopenedoneeyebloodyasahatchingegg."Youkiddingme?Icouldn’tevengetmyheadthroughthatwindow,letalonemywholebody."

           "Myfriend,Idon’tbelieveyoufullycomprehend—"

           "Harding,goddamyouandyourbigwords;allIfullycomprehendthismorningisI’mstillhalfdrunk.Andsick.