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           Hesaysitrightatthenurse.Shesmilesrightbackathim,andhelooksoveratthedoctor."Now;whatwasyouaskingaboutmyrecord,Doc?"

           "Yes.Iwaswonderingifyou’veanypreviouspsychiatrichistory.Anyanalysis,anytimespentinanyotherinstitution?"

           "Well,countingstateandcountycoolers—"

           "Mentalinstitutions."

           "Ah.No,ifthat’sthecase.Thisismyfirsttrip.ButIamcrazy,Doc.IswearIam.Wellhere—letmeshowyouhere.Ibelievethatotherdoctorattheworkfarm..."

           Hegetsup,slipsthedeckofcardsinthepocketofhisjacket,andcomesacrosstheroomtoleanoverthedoctor’sshoulderandthumbthroughthefolderinhislap."Believehewrotesomething,backatthebackheresomewhere..."

           "Yes?Imissedthat.Justamoment."ThedoctorfisheshisglassesoutagainandputsthemonandlookstowhereMcMurphyispointing.

           "Righthere,Doc.Thenurseleftthispartoutwhileshewassummarizingmyrecord.Whereitsays,‘Mr.McMurphyhasevidencedrepeated’—IjustwanttomakesureI’munderstoodcompletely,Doc—‘repeatedoutbreaksofpassionthatsuggestthepossiblediagnosisofpsychopath.’Hetoldmethat’psychopath’meansIfightandfuh—pardonme,ladies—meansIamheputitoverzealousinmysexualrelations.Doctor,isthatrealserious?"