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           "Thehellwithyou,buddy."

           "Oh,yes;IforgottoaddthatInoticedyourprimitivebrutalityalsothismorning.Psychopathwithdefinitesadistictendencies,probablymotivatedbyanunreasoningegomania.Yes.Asyousee,allthesenaturaltalentscertainlyqualifyyouasacompetenttherapistandrenderyouquitecapableofcriticizingMissRatched’smeetingprocedure,inspiteofthefactthatsheisahighlyregardedpsychiatricnursewithtwentyyearsinthefield.Yes,withyourtalent,myfriend,youcouldworksubconsciousmiracles,soothetheachingidandhealthewoundedsuperego.Youcouldprobablybringaboutacureforthewholeward,Vegetablesandall,insixshortmonths,ladiesandgentlemenoryourmoneyback."

           Insteadofrisingtotheargument,McMurphyjustkeepsonlookingatHarding,finallyasksinalevelvoice,"Andyoureallythinkthiscrapthatwentoninthemeetingtodayisbringingaboutsomekindacure,doingsomekindagood?"

           "Whatotherreasonwouldwehaveforsubmittingourselvestoit,myfriend?Thestaffdesiresourcureasmuchaswedo.Theyaren’tmonsters.MissRatchedmaybeastrictmiddle-agedlady,butshe’snotsomekindofgiantmonsterofthepoultryclan,bentonsadisticallypeckingoutoureyes.Youcan’tbelievethatofher,canyou?"

           "No,buddy,notthat.Sheain’tpeckin’atyoureyes.That’snotwhatshe’speckin’at."

           Hardingflinches,andIseehishandsbegintocreepoutfrombetweenhiskneeslikewhitespidersfrombetweentwomoss-coveredtreelimbs,upthelimbstowardthejoiningatthetrunk.