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Chapter 5
"Damnit,Harding,ItoldyouI’mnotuponthistalk."
"TheShockShop,Mr.McMurphy,isjargonfortheESTmachine,theElectroShockTherapy.Adevicethatmightbesaidtodotheworkofthesleepingpill,theelectricchair,andthetorturerack.It’sacleverlittleprocedure,simple,quick,nearlypainlessithappenssofast,butnooneeverwantsanotherone.Ever."
"What’sthisthingdo?"
"Youarestrappedtoatable,shaped,ironically,likeacross,withacrownofelectricsparksinplaceofthorns.Youaretouchedoneachsideoftheheadwithwires.Zap!Fivecents’worthofelectricitythroughthebrainandyouarejointlyadministeredtherapyandapunishmentforyourhostilego-to-hellbehavior,ontopofbeingputoutofeveryone’swayforsixhourstothreedays,dependingontheindividual.Evenwhenyoudoregainconsciousnessyouareinastateofdisorientationfordays.Youareunabletothinkcoherently.Youcan’trecallthings.EnoughofthesetreatmentsandamancouldturnoutlikeMr.Ellisyouseeoverthereagainstthewall.Adrooling,pants-wettingidiotatthirty-five.Orturnintoamindlessorganismthateatsandeliminatesandyells‘fuckthewife,’likeRuckly.OrlookatChiefBroomclutchingtohisnamesaketherebesideyou."
Hardingpointshiscigaretteatme,toolateformetobackoff.ImakelikeIdon’tnotice.Goonwithmysweeping.
"I’veheardthattheChief,yearsago,receivedmorethantwohundredshocktreatmentswhentheywerereallythevogue.Imaginewhatthiscoulddotoamindthatwasalreadyslipping.Lookathim:agiantjanitor.There’syourVanishingAmerican,asix-foot-eightsweepingmachine,scaredofitsownshadow.That,myfriend,iswhatwecanbethreatenedwith."
