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He
gets
three
bets
and
takes
up
his
butter
pat
and
puts
it
on
his
knife
,
gives
it
a
flip
.
It
sticks
a
good
six
inches
or
so
to
the
left
of
the
clock
,
and
everybody
kids
him
about
it
until
he
pays
his
bets
.
They
're
still
riding
him
about
did
he
mean
Dead-Eye
or
Dead-Eyes
when
the
least
black
boy
gets
back
from
hosing
Vegetables
and
everybody
looks
into
his
plate
and
keeps
quiet
.
The
black
boy
senses
something
is
in
the
air
,
but
he
ca
n't
see
what
.
And
he
probably
never
would
of
known
except
old
Colonel
Matterson
is
gazing
around
,
and
he
sees
the
butter
stuck
up
on
the
wall
and
this
causes
him
to
point
up
at
it
and
go
into
one
of
his
lessons
,
explaining
to
us
all
in
his
patient
,
rumbling
voice
,
just
like
what
he
said
made
sense
.
"
The
but-ter
...
is
the
Re-pub-li-can
party
...
.
"
The
black
boy
looks
where
the
colonel
is
pointing
,
and
there
that
butter
is
,
easing
down
the
wall
like
a
yellow
snail
.
He
blinks
at
it
but
he
does
n't
say
a
word
,
does
n't
even
bother
looking
around
to
make
certain
who
flipped
it
up
there
.
McMurphy
is
whispering
and
nudging
the
Acutes
sitting
around
him
,
and
in
a
minute
they
all
nod
,
and
he
lays
three
dollars
on
the
table
and
leans
back
.
Everybody
turns
in
his
chair
and
watches
that
butter
sneak
on
down
the
wall
,
starting
,
hanging
still
,
shooting
ahead
and
leaving
a
shiny
trail
behind
it
on
the
paint
.
Nobody
says
a
word
.
They
look
at
the
butter
,
then
at
the
clock
,
then
back
at
the
butter
.
The
clock
's
moving
now
.
The
butter
makes
it
down
to
the
floor
about
a
half
a
minute
before
seven-thirty
,
and
McMurphy
gets
back
all
the
money
he
lost
.
The
black
boy
wakes
up
and
turns
away
from
the
greasy
stripe
on
the
wall
and
says
we
can
go
,
and
McMurphy
walks
out
of
the
mess
hall
,
folding
his
money
in
his
pocket
.
He
puts
his
arms
around
the
black
boy
's
shoulders
and
half
walks
,
half
carries
him
,
down
the
hall
toward
the
day
room
.
"
The
day
's
half
gone
,
Sam
,
of
buddy
,
an
'
I
'm
just
barely
breaking
even
.
I
'll
have
to
hustle
to
catch
up
.
How
about
breaking
out
that
deck
of
cards
you
got
locked
securely
in
that
cabinet
,
and
I
'll
see
if
I
can
make
myself
heard
over
that
loudspeaker
.
"
Spends
most
of
that
morning
hustling
to
catch
up
by
dealing
more
blackjack
,
playing
for
IOUs
now
instead
of
cigarettes
.
He
moves
the
blackjack
table
two
or
three
times
to
try
to
get
out
from
under
the
speaker
.
You
can
tell
it
's
getting
on
his
nerves
.
Finally
he
goes
to
the
Nurses
'
Station
and
raps
on
a
pane
of
glass
till
the
Big
Nurse
swivels
in
her
chair
and
opens
the
door
,
and
he
asks
her
how
about
turning
that
infernal
noise
off
for
a
while
.
She
's
calmer
than
ever
now
,
back
in
her
seat
behind
her
pane
of
glass
;
there
's
no
heathen
running
around
half-naked
to
unbalance
her
.
Her
smile
is
settled
and
solid
.
She
closes
her
eyes
and
shakes
her
head
and
tells
McMurphy
very
pleasantly
,
No
.
"
Ca
n't
you
even
ease
down
on
the
volume
?
It
ai
n't
like
the
whole
state
of
Oregon
needed
to
hear
Lawrence
Welk
play
'
Tea
for
Two
'
three
times
every
hour
,
all
day
long
!
If
it
was
soft
enough
to
hear
a
man
shout
his
bets
across
the
table
I
might
get
a
game
of
poker
going
--
"
