Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           "Wait;I’mafraidyou’veraisedapointthatrequiressomedeliberation.Rabbitsarenotedforthatcertaintrait,aren’tthey?Notorious,infact,fortheirwhambam.Yes.Um.Butinanycase,thepointyoubringupsimplyindicatesthatyouareahealthy,functioningandadequaterabbit,whereasmostofusinhereevenlackthesexualabilitytomakethegradeasadequaterabbits.Failures,weare—feeble,stunted,weaklittlecreaturesinaweaklittlerace.Rabbits,sanswhambam;apatheticnotion."

           "Waitaminute;youkeeptwistin’whatIsay—"

           "No.Youwereright.Youremember,itwasyouthatdrewourattentiontotheplacewherethenursewasconcentratingherpecking?Thatwastrue.There’snotamanherethatisn’tafraidheislosingorhasalreadylosthiswhambam.Wecomicallittlecreaturescan’tevenachievemasculinityintherabbitworld,that’showweakandinadequateweare.Hee.Weare—therabbits,onemightsay,oftherabbitworld!"

           Heleansforwardagain,andthatstrained,squeakinglaughofhisthatIbeenexpectingbeginstorisefromhismouth,hishandsflippingaround,hisfacetwitching.

           "Harding!Shutyourdamnedmouth!"

           It’slikeaslap.Hardingishushed,choppedoffcoldwithhismouthstillopeninadrawngrin,hishandsdanglinginacloudofbluetobaccosmoke.Hefreezesthiswayasecond;thenhiseyesnarrowintoslylittleholesandheletsthemslipovertoMcMurphy,speakssosoftthatIhavetopushmybroomuprightnexttohischairtohearwhathesays.

           "Friend...you...maybeawolf."