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           McMurphyturnsinhischairandlookstheotherAcutesupanddown."Iain’tsosurebutwhattheyshouldbeashamed.Personally,Ithoughtitwasdamnedcrummythewaytheyswunginonhersideagainstyou.ForaminutethereIthoughtIwasbackinaRedChineseprisoncamp..."

           "NowbyGod,McMurphy,"Cheswicksays,"youlistenhere."

           McMurphyturnsandlistens,butCheswickdoesn’tgoon.Cheswicknevergoeson;he’soneoftheseguyswho’llmakeabigfusslikehe’sgoingtoleadanattack,hollerchargeandstompupanddownaminute,takeacouplesteps,andquit.McMurphylooksathimwherehe’sbeencaughtoffbaseagainaftersuchatough-soundingstart,andsaystohim,"AhellofalotlikeaChineseprisoncamp."

           Hardingholdsuphishandsforpeace."Oh,no,no,thatisn’tright.Youmustn’tcondemnus,myfriend.No.Infact..."

           IseethatslyfevercomeintoHarding’seyeagain;Ithinkhe’sgoingtostartlaughing,butinsteadhetakeshiscigaretteoutofhismouthandpointsitatMcMurphy—inhishanditlookslikeoneofhisthin,whitefingers,smokingattheend.

           "...youtoo,Mr.McMurphy,forallyourcowboyblusterandyoursideshowswagger,youtoo,underthatcrustysurface,areprobablyjustassoftandfuzzyandrabbit-souledasweare."

           "Yeah,youbet.I’malittlecottontail.Justwhatisitmakesmearabbit,Harding?Mypsychopathictendencies?Isitmyfightin’tendencies,ormyfuckin’tendencies?Mustbethefuckin’,mustn’tit?Allthatwhambam-thank-you-ma’am.Yeah,thatwhambam,that’sprobablywhatmakesmearabbit—"