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           "Buddy,don’tgivemethattenderlittlemothercrap.Shemaybeamother,butshe’sbigasadamnbarnandtoughasknifemetal.ShefooledmewiththatkindlylittleoldmotherbitformaybethreeminuteswhenIcameinthismorning,butnolonger.Idon’tthinkshe’sreallyfooledanyofyouguysforanysixmonthsorayear,neither.Hooowee,I’veseensomebitchesinmytime,butshetakesthecake."

           "Abitch?Butamomentagoshewasaball-cutter,thenabuzzard—orwasitachicken?Yourmetaphorsarebumpingintoeachother,myfriend."

           "Thehellwiththat;she’sabitchandabuzzardandaball-cutter,anddon’tkidme,youknowwhatI’mtalkingabout."

           Harding’sfaceandhandsaremovingfasterthanevernow,aspeededfilmofgestures,grins,grimaces,sneers.Themorehetriestostopit,thefasteritgoes.Whenheletshishandsandfacemoveliketheywanttoanddoesn’ttrytoholdthemback,theyflowandgestureinawaythat’srealprettytowatch,butwhenheworriesaboutthemandtriestoholdbackhebecomesawild,jerkypuppetdoingahigh-strungdance.Everythingismovingfasterandfaster,andhisvoiceisspeedinguptomatch.

           "Why,seehere,myfriendMr.McMurphy,mypsychopathicsidekick,ourMissRatchedisaveritableangelofmercyandwhyjusteveryoneknowsit.She’sunselfishasthewind,toilingthanklesslyforthegoodofall,dayafterday,fivelongdaysaweek.Thattakesheart,myfriend,heart.Infact,Ihavebeeninformedbysources—Iamnotatlibertytodisclosemysources,butImightsaythatMartiniisincontactwiththesamepeopleagoodpartofthetime—thatsheevenfurtherservesmankindonherweekendsoffbydoinggenerousvolunteerworkabouttown.