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Chapter 5
Thedoctorfisheshisglassesfromhiscoatpocketbypullingonthestring,worksthemonhisnoseinfrontofhiseyes.They’retippedalittletotheright,butheleanshisheadtotheleftandbringsthemlevel.He’ssmilingalittleasheturnsthroughthefolder,justastickledbythisnewman’sbrassywayoftalkingrightupastherestofus,but,justliketherestofus,he’scarefulnottolethimselfcomerightoutandlaugh.Thedoctorclosesthefolderwhenhegetstotheend,andputshisglassesbackinhispocket.HelookstowhereMcMurphyisstillleanedoutathimfromacrossthedayroom.
"You’ve—itseems—nootherpsychiatrichistory,Mr.McMurry?"
"McMurphy,Doc."
"Oh?ButIthought—thenursewassaying—"
Heopensthefolderagain,fishesoutthoseglasses,lookstherecordoverforanotherminutebeforeheclosesit,andputshisglassesbackinhispocket."Yes.McMurphy.Thatiscorrect.Ibegyourpardon."
"It’sokay,Doc.Itwastheladytherethatstartedit,madethemistake.I’veknownsomepeopleinclinedtodothat.IhadthisunclewhosenamewasHallahan,andhewentwithawomanoncewhokeptactinglikeshecouldn’trememberhisnamerightandcallinghimHooliganjusttogethisgoat.Itwentonformonthsbeforehestoppedher.Stoppedhergood,too."
"Oh?Howdidhestopher?"thedoctorasks.
McMurphygrinsandrubshisnosewithhisthumb."Ah-ah,now,Ican’tbetellin’that.IkeepUnkHallahan’smethodastrictsecret,yousee,incaseIneedtouseitmyselfsomeday."
