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Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
YOU FEEL THIS BOOK
ALONG YOUR SPINE....
Kansas City Star
Tired of weeding peas at a penal farm, the tough, freewheeling McMurphy feigns insanity for a
chance at the softer life of a mental institution. But he gets more than hes bargained for, much
more. He is committed to the care of Big Nursea full-breasted, stiff-gaited tyrant who rules over
her charges with chilling authority.
Her ward is a citadel of discipline. Strong-arm orderlies stand ready to quell even the feeblest insurrection. Her
patients long ago gave up the struggle to assert themselves. Cowed, docile, they have surrendered completely to her
unbridled authority.
Now, into their ranks charges McMurphy. The gambling Irishman sees at once what Big Nurses
game is. Appalled by the timidity of his fellow patients, he begins his one man campaign to render
her powerless. First in fun, and then in dire earnestness, he sets out to create havoc on her well-run
ward ... to make the gray halls ring with laughter, and anger, and life.
Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
one
flew
over
the
cuckoos
nest
by KEN KESEY
Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
To Vik Lovell
who told me dragons did not exist,
then led me to their lairs
Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
COPYRIGHT 1962 BY KEN KESEY
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced without permission.
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Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
... one flew east, one flew west,
One flew over the cuckoos nest.
Childrens folk rhyme
Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
part 1
Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
Theyre out there.
Black boys in white suits up before me to commit sex acts in the hall and get it mopped up
before I can catch them.
Theyre mopping when I come out the dorm, all three of them sulky and hating everything, the
time of day, the place theyre at here, the people they got to work around. When they hate like this,
better if they dont see me. I creep along the wall quiet as dust in my canvas shoes, but they got
special sensitive equipment detects my fear and they all look up, all three at once, eyes glittering out
of the black faces like the hard glitter of radio tubes out of the back of an old radio.
Heres the Chief. The soo-pah Chief, fellas. Ol Chief Broom. Here you go, Chief Broom....
Stick a mop in my hand and motion to the spot they aim for me to clean today, and I go. One
swats the backs of my legs with a broom handle to hurry me past.
Haw, you look at im shag it? Big enough to eat apples off my head an he mine me like a baby.
[10] They laugh and then I hear them mumbling behind me, heads close together. Hum of black
machinery, humming hate and death and other hospital secrets. They dont bother not talking out
loud about their hate secrets when Im nearby because they think Im deaf and dumb. Everybody
thinks so. Im cagey enough to fool them that much. If my being half Indian ever helped me in any
way in this dirty life, it helped me being cagey, helped me all these years.
Im mopping near the ward door when a key hits it from the other side and I know its the Big
Nurse by the way the lockworks cleave to the key, soft and swift and familiar she been around locks
so long. She slides through the door with a gust of cold and locks the door behind her and I see her
fingers trail across the polished steeltip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny orange.
Like the tip of a soldering iron. Color so hot or so cold if she touches you with it you cant tell
which.
Shes carrying her woven wicker bag like the ones the Umpqua tribe sells out along the hot
August highway, a bag shape of a tool box with a hemp handle. Shes had it all the years I been here.
Its a loose weave and I can see inside it; theres no compact or lipstick or woman stuff, shes got
that bag full of thousand parts she aims to use in her duties todaywheels and gears, cogs polished
to a hard glitter, tiny pills that gleam like porcelain, needles, forceps, watchmakers pliers, rolls of
copper wire
She dips a nod at me as she goes past. I let the mop push me back to the wall and smile and try
to foul her equipment up as much as possible by not letting her see my eyesthey cant tell so
much about you if you got your eyes closed.
In my dark I hear her rubber heels hit the tile and the stuff in her wicker bag clash with the jar of
her walking as she passes me in the hall. She walks stiff. When I open my eyes shes down the hall
about to turn into the glass Nurses Station where shell spend the day sitting at her desk and looking
out her window and making notes on what goes on out in front of her in the day room during the
next eight hours. Her face looks pleased and peaceful with the thought.
Then she sights those black boys. Theyre still down there together, mumbling to one another.
They didnt hear her come on the ward. They sense shes glaring down at them now, but its too late.
They should of knew bettern to group up and mumble together when she was due on the ward.
Their faces bob apart, confused. She goes into a crouch and advances on where theyre trapped in a
huddle at the end of the corridor. [11] She knows what they been saying, and I can see shes furious
clean out of control. Shes going to tear the black bastards limb from limb, shes so furious. Shes
swelling up, swells till her backs splitting out the white uniform and shes let her arms section out
long enough to wrap around the three of them five, six times. She looks around her with a swivel of
Ken Kesey one flew over the cuckoos nest
her huge head. Nobody up to see, just old Broom Bromden the half-breed Indian back there hiding
behind his mop and cant talk to call for help. So she really lets herself go and her painted smile
twists, stretches to an open snarl, and she blows up bigger and bigger, big as a tractor, so big I can
smell the machinery inside the way you smell a motor pulling too big a load. I hold my breath and
figure, My God this time theyre gonna do it! This time they let the hate build up too high and
overloaded and theyre gonna tear one another to pieces before they realize what theyre doing!
But just as she starts crooking those sectioned arms around the black boys and they go to ripping
at her underside with the mop handles, all the patients start coming out of the dorms to check on
whats the hullabaloo, and she has to change back before shes caught in the shape of her hideous
real self. By the time the patients get their eyes rubbed to where they can halfway see what the
rackets about, all they see is the head nurse, smiling and calm and cold as usual, telling the black
boys theyd best not stand in a group gossiping when it is Monday morning and there is such a lot to
get done on the first morning of the week....
... mean old Monday morning, you know, boys ...
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