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           "I’dgivealottohavethatman’seyes,"McMurphysaysofMartiniandthendoesn’tsayanythingalltherestofthemeeting.Justsitsandwatchesanddoesn’tmissathingthathappensorawordthat’ssaid.ThedoctortalksabouthistheoryuntiltheBigNursefinallydecideshe’suseduptimeenoughandaskshimtohushsotheycangetontoHarding,andtheytalktherestofthemeetingaboutthat.

           McMurphysitsforwardinhischairacoupleoftimesduringthemeetinglikehemighthavesomethingtosay,buthedecidesbetterandleansback.There’sapuzzledexpressioncomingoverhisface.Somethingstrangeisgoingonhere,he’sfindingout.Hecan’tquiteputhisfingeronit.Likethewaynobodywilllaugh.NowhethoughtsuretherewouldbealaughwhenheaskedRuckly,"Whosewife?"buttherewasn’tevenasignofone.Theairispressedinbythewalls,tootightforlaughing.There’ssomethingstrangeaboutaplacewherethemenwon’tletthemselveslooseandlaugh,somethingstrangeaboutthewaytheyallknuckleundertothatsmilingflour-facedoldmothertherewiththetoo-redlipstickandthetoo-bigboobs.Andhethinkshe’lljustwaitawhiletoseewhatthestoryisinthisnewplacebeforehemakesanykindofplay.That’sagoodruleforasmartgambler:lookthegameoverawhilebeforeyoudrawyourselfahand.

           I’veheardthattheoryoftheTherapeuticCommunityenoughtimestorepeatitforwardsandbackwards—howaguyhastolearntogetalonginagroupbeforehe’llbeabletofunctioninanormalsociety;howthegroupcanhelptheguybyshowinghimwherehe’soutofplace;howsocietyiswhatdecideswho’ssaneandwhoisn’t,soyougottomeasureup.Allthatstuff.Everytimewegetanewpatientonthewardthedoctorgoesintothetheorywithbothfeet;it’sprettyneartheonlytimehetakesthingsoverandrunsthemeeting.