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Chapter 6
"Thatdamnedradio.Boy.It’sbeengoingeversinceIcomeinthismorning.Anddon’tcomeonwithsomebaloneythatyoudon’thearit."
Hardingcockshiseartotheceiling."Oh,yes,theso-calledmusic.Yes,Isupposewedohearitifweconcentrate,butthenonecanhearone’sownheartbeattoo,ifheconcentrateshardenough."HegrinsatMcMurphy."Yousee,that’sarecordingplayingupthere,myfriend.Weseldomheartheradio.Theworldnewsmightnotbetherapeutic.Andwe’veallheardthatrecordingsomanytimesnowitsimplyslidesoutofourhearing,thewaythesoundofawaterfallsoonbecomesanunheardsoundtothosewholivenearit.Doyouthinkifyoulivednearawaterfallyoucouldhearitverylong?"
(IstillhearthesoundofthefallsontheColumbia,alwayswill—always—hearthewhoopofCharleyBearBellystabbedhimselfabigchinook,heartheslapoffishinthewater,laughingnakedkidsonthebank,thewomenattheracks...fromalongtimeago.)
"Dotheyleaveitonallthetime,likeawaterfall?"McMurphysays.
"Notwhenwesleep,"Cheswicksays,"butalltherestofthetime,andthat’sthetruth."
"Thehellwiththat.I’lltellthatcoonovertheretoturnitofforgethisfatlittleasskicked!"
Hestartstostandup,andHardingtoucheshisarm."Friend,thatisexactlythekindofstatementthatgetsonebrandedassaultive.Areyousoeagertoforfeitthebet?"
McMurphylooksathim."That’sthewayitis,huh?Apressuregame?Keeptheoldpinchon?"
