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           "She’snotallthathomely,McMurphy.Herfaceisquitehandsomeandwellpreserved.Andinspiteofallherattemptstoconcealthem,inthatsexlessget-up,youcanstillmakeouttheevidenceofsomeratherextraordinarybreasts.Shemusthavebeenaratherbeautifulyoungwoman.Still—forthesakeofargument,couldyougetitupoverherevenifshewasn’told,evenifshewasyoungandhadthebeautyofHelen?"

           "Idon’tknowHelen,butIseewhatyou’redrivin’at.Andyou’rebyGodright.Icouldn’tgetitupoveroldfrozenfaceinthereevenifshehadthebeautyofMarilynMonroe."

           "Thereyouare.She’swon."

           That’sit.HardingleansbackandeverybodywaitsforwhatMcMurphy’sgoingtosaynext.McMurphycanseehe’sbackedupagainstthewall.Helooksatthefacesaminute,thenshrugsandstandsupfromhischair.

           "Well,whatthehell,it’snoskinoffmynose."

           "That’strue,it’snoskinoffyournose."

           "AndIdamnwelldon’twanttohavesomeoldfiendofanurseaftermewiththreethousandvolts.Notwhenthere’snothinginitformebuttheadventure."

           "No.You’reright."

           Harding’swontheargument,butnobodylookstoohappy.McMurphyhookshisthumbsinhispocketsandtriesalaugh.

           "Nosir,Ineverheardofanybodyofferingatwenty-bonebountyforbaggingaball-cutter."