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           Matteroffact,Ithinkyou’restilldrunktoo.Chief,howaboutyou;areyoustilldrunk?"

           Isaidthatmynoseandcheeksdidn’thaveanyfeelinginthemyet,ifthiscouldbetakentomeananything.

           McMurphynoddedonceandclosedhiseyesagain;helacedhishandsacrosshischestandsliddowninhischair,hischinsettlingintohiscollar.Hesmackedhislipsandsmiledasifhewerenapping."Man,"hesaid,"everybodyisstilldrunk."

           Hardingwasstillconcerned.HekeptonabouthowthebestthingforMcMurphytodowasgetdressed,quickly,whileoldAngelofMercywasintherecallingthedoctoragaintoreporttheatrocitiesshehaduncovered,butMcMurphymaintainedthattherewasn’tanythingtogetsoexcitedabout;hewasn’tanyworseoffthanbefore,washe?"I’vetooktheirbestpunch,"hesaid.Hardingthrewuphishandsandwentoff,predictingdoom.

           OneoftheblackboyssawthescreenwasunlockedandlockeditandwentintotheNurses’Stationforthebigflatledger,camebackoutrunninghisfingerdowntherollandlippingthenameshereadoutloudashesightedthementhatmatchedupwiththem.Therollislistedalphabeticallybackwardstothrowpeopleoff,sohedidn’tgettotheBstillrightatthelast.Helookedaroundthedayroomwithouttakinghisfingerfromthatlastnameintheledger.

           "Bibbit.Where’sBillyBibbit?"Hiseyeswerebig.HewasthinkingBilly’dslippedoutrightunderhisnoseandwouldheevercatchit.