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           Heasksitwithsuchalittle-boylookofworryandconcernalloverhisbroad,toughfacethatthedoctorcan’thelpbendinghisheadtohideanotherlittlesnickerinhiscollar,andhisglassesfallfromhisnosedeadcenterbackinhispocket.AlloftheAcutesaresmilingtoo,now,andevensomeoftheChronics.

           "Imeanthatoverzealousness,Doc,haveyoueverbeentroubledbyit?"

           Thedoctorwipeshiseyes."No,Mr.McMurphy,I’lladmitIhaven’t.Iaminterested,however,thatthedoctorattheworkfarmaddedthisstatement:‘Don’toverlookthepossibilitythatthismanmightbefeigningpsychosistoescapethedrudgeryoftheworkfarm.’"HelooksupatMcMurphy."Andwhataboutthat,Mr.McMurphy?"

           "Doctor"—hestandsuptohisfullheight,wrinkleshisforehead,andholdsoutbotharms,openandhonesttoallthewideworld—"doIlooklikeasaneman?"

           Thedoctorisworkingsohardtokeepfromgigglingagainhecan’tanswer.McMurphypivotsawayfromthedoctorandasksthesamethingoftheBigNurse:"DoI?"Insteadofansweringshestandsupandtakesthemanilafolderawayfromthedoctorandputsitbackinthebasketunderherwatch.Shesitsbackdown.

           "Perhaps,Doctor,youshouldadviseMr.McMurryontheprotocoloftheseGroupMeetings."

           "Ma’am,"McMurphysays,"haveItoldyouaboutmyuncleHallahanandthewomanwhousedtoscrewuphisname?"