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01299de
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I can't help it. I was born a miscarriage. I had so many insults I died. I was born dead. I can't help it. I'm tired. I'm give out trying. You got chances. I had so many insults I was born dead. You got it easy. I was born dead an' life was hard. I'm tired. I'm tired out talking and standing up. I been dead fifty-five years." The"
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Ken Kesey |
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f19d39e
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Because he knows you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy. He knows there's a painful side;
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Ken Kesey |
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df3f5ad
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I'll trim you babies like little lambs
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Ken Kesey |
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81032af
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Whoever comes in the door is usually disappointing, but there is always a chance otherwise. And when a key hits the lock, all the heads come up like there's strings on them.
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Ken Kesey |
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c74d3be
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Oregon October, when the fields of timothy and rye-grass stubble are being burned, the sky itself catches fire. Flocks of wrens rush up from the red alder thickets like sparks kicked from a campfire, the salmon jumps again, and the river rolls molten and slow . . . Down river, from Andy's Landing, a burned-off cedar snag held the sun spitted like an apple, hissing and dripping juices against a grill of Indian Summer clouds. All the hillside..
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Ken Kesey |
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db30fcf
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It's like each face was a sign like one of those "I'm Blind" signs the dago accordion players in Portland hung around their necks, only these signs say "I'm tired" or "I'm scared" or "I'm dying of a bum liver" or "I'm all bound up with machinery and people pushing me alla time." I can read all the signs, it don't make any difference how little the print gets."
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Ken Kesey |
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9546e2d
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And like: "Why should one want to wake up dead anyway?" If the glorious birth-to-death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have . . . if our grand and exhilarating Fight of Life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway, compared to the eons of rounds before and after--then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?"
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Ken Kesey |
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d678c18
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Azzal egyutt megprobaltam - mondja. - Annyi azert kitellett tolem, a budos istenit, hogy megprobaltam, nem igaz?
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Ken Kesey |
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7d3927c
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Mostly, I'd just like to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.
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Ken Kesey |
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f0a1eef
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All right. Then this is the whole shebang, boys, right here underfoot. Give up and admit it.
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Ken Kesey |
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5bcaa2d
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We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind.
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mental-illness
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Ken Kesey |
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0c22cef
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There is generally one person in every situation you must never underestimate the power of.
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Ken Kesey |
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c04db6f
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Neha el is felejtem, milyen csodakat tud tenni a nevetes.
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Ken Kesey |
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61f412f
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Thursday," McMurphy says again. "Looooo," yells that guy upstairs. "That's"
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Ken Kesey |
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9667582
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The more he tries to stop it, the faster it goes. When he lets his hands and face move like they want to and doesn't try to hold them back, they flow and gesture in a way that's real pretty to watch, but when he worries about them and tries to hold back he becomes a wild, jerky puppet doing a high-strung dance. Everything is moving faster and faster, and his voice is speeding up to match.
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Ken Kesey |
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1eaa64a
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It was a sound like . . . I remember thinking . . . a sound kind of like Joe's little girl Squeaky made the time she come running in from the barn hollering that her special cat was in the bottom of the milk can drowned and where was everything? She wasn't crying or carrying on, just hollering my cat got drowned where is everybody? She wouldn't calm down till she'd gone all over the whole house and talked to everybody and seen everything. T..
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Ken Kesey |
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4b67ec3
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Nem lehet a mult dolgoknak utjaba allni, hogy elo ne jojjenek.
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Ken Kesey |
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15bfe44
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Itt az osz, jart a fejemben, itt az osz. Mintha most eloszor volna itt, fura dolog. Osz. Meg nem is olyan regen tavasz volt, aztan nyar, most meg osz - fura csakugyan.
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Ken Kesey |
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17a6233
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Chang! With light and sound and numbers round and round in a whirlwind, and maybe you win with what you end up with and maybe you lose and have to play again. Pay the man for another spin, son, pay the man.
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Ken Kesey |
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0acc7fc
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Soha meg nem fordultak a fejemben a lelki betegseg hatalmi vonatkozasai. Gondold csak meg: minel orultebb az ember, annal nagyobb lehet a hatalma. Vedd Hitlert. Tebolyban az ero.
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Ken Kesey |
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9edd9ec
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The walls are white as the white suits, polished clean as a refrigerator door, and the black face and hands seem to float against it like a ghost.
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Ken Kesey |
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7e2c4fc
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Meg kell neked is erteni, hogy amint valaki a masiknak a segitsegere siet, maga fedezetlen marad.
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Ken Kesey |
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801ce2e
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Senki se egy nagy csoda, es megis az van, hogy mindenki a masik ragasaval-szapulasaval tolti a java eletet.
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Ken Kesey |
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64f70ab
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and if I don't have her to where she don't know whether to shit or go blind, the bet is yours.
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Ken Kesey |
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It's like... that big red hand of McMurphy's is reaching into the fog and dropping down and dragging the men up by their hands, dragging them blinking into the open. First one, then another, then the next. Right on down the line of Acutes, dragging them out of the fog till there they stand, all twenty of them, raising not just for watching TV, but against the Big Nurse, against her trying to send McMurphy to Disturbed, against the way she's..
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hands
voting
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Ken Kesey |
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34808e6
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Out along the dim six-o'clock street, I saw leafless trees standing, striking the sidewalk there like wooden lightning, concrete split apart where they hit, all in a fenced-in ring. An iron line of pickets stuck out of the ground along the front of a tangleweed yard, and on back was a big frame house with a porch, leaning a rickety shoulder hard into the wind so's not to be sent tumbling away a couple of blocks like an empty cardboard groce..
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old-houses
ruins
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Ken Kesey |
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As the curtain closed, as the echoes stood up to leave: He wouldn't of done it for any other reason--he didn't want to have anybody to have to take the risk just for--I guess not, old fellow, because there wasn't anybody but him left--He did it because--I guess not--because everybody left and he knows he can't run them logs down by himself--He did it because . . . he finally saw how it was . . . because . . . he finally saw that there wasn'..
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Ken Kesey |
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30c2894
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But like always when I try to place my thoughts in the past and hide there, the fear close at hand seeps in through the memory.
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Ken Kesey |
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Tudja, hogy az embernek nevetni kell a fajo dolgokat, mert maskepp oda az ep esz, es az oruletbe hajtja az embert a vilag.
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Ken Kesey |
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3c53222
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What do you think?" Harding says. McMurphy starts. "She's got one hell of a set of chabobs," is all he can think of. "Big as Old Lady Ratched's." "I didn't mean physically, my friend, I mean what do you--" "Hell's bells, Harding!" McMurphy yells suddenly. "I don't know what to think! What do you want out of me? A marriage counsellor? All I know is this: nobody's very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their who..
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Ken Kesey |
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Ez nem en vagyok. Ez nem lehet ennekem az arcom. Az se en voltam, aki ezt az arcot eloszor folprobaltam. Se akkor, se most - csak amit az emberek kineznek belolem, ugy nezek ki. Mintha kinezetre sose lettem volna en.
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Ken Kesey |
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79f407f
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Ha az emberrel kibasznak, akkor igenis joga van orditani. Es mivelunk kibasztak!
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Ken Kesey |
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55719a5
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Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I'd say." McMurphy"
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Ken Kesey |
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1bfa406
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he commences to laugh. Nobody can tell exactly why he laughs; there's nothing funny going on. But it's not the way that Public Relation laughs, it's free and loud and it comes out of his wide grinning mouth and spreads in rings bigger and bigger till it's lapping against the walls all over the ward. Not like that fat Public Relation laugh. This sounds real. I realize all of a sudden it's the first laugh I've heard in years.
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Ken Kesey |
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adccf63
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Ratched shall line us all against the wall, where we'll face the terrible maw of a muzzle-loading shotgun which she has loaded with Miltowns! Thorazines! Libriums! Stelazines! And with a wave of her sword, blooie! Tranquilize all of us completely out of existence.
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Ken Kesey |
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bc88b89
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If you'll curtail your literary pursuits a moment I'll introduce you to my counterpart and Nemesis; I would be trite and say, 'to my better half,' but I think that phrase indicates some kind of basically equal division, don't you?
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Ken Kesey |
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E vilag...az eroseke, baratom! Letezesunk szertartasa azon alapszik, hogy az erosek a gyengeken hiznak. Igy van, tudomasul kell vennunk. Nincs rendben, de meg ez a legjobb megoldas. Fogadjuk el, mint a termeszet torvenyet mirajtunk. A nyulak is elfogadjak kiosztott szerepuket ebben a szertartasban, es erosebbnek ismerik el a farkast. Vedekezesul viszont a nyul ijedos es ravasz, es likat vaj a foldbe, abba bujik, ha a farkas arra csatangol. ..
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Ken Kesey |
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I've heard that theory of the Therapeutic Community enough times to repeat it forwards and backwards - how a guy has to learn to get along in a group before he'll be able to function in a normal society; how the group can help the guy by showing him where he's out of place; how society is what decides who's sane and who isn't, so you got to measure up.
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Ken Kesey |
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e43697c
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Nobody's gonna convince me I can't do something till I try it." -- McMurphy"
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Ken Kesey |
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da9f18e
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This world...belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. We must face up to this. No more than right that it should be this way. We must learn to accept it as a law of the natural world. The rabbits accept their role in the ritual and recognize the wolf as the strong. In defense, the rabbit becomes sly and frightened and elusive and he digs holes and hides when..
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Ken Kesey |
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90fa109
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This world... belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. We must face up to this. No more than right that it should be this way. We must learn to accept it as a law of the natural world. The rabbits accept their role in the ritual and recognize the wolf as the strong. In defense, the rabbit becomes sly and frightened and elusive and he digs holes and hides whe..
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Ken Kesey |
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071772b
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Maybe he couldn't understand why we weren't able to laugh yet, but he knew you can't really be strong until you can see a funny side to things.
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laughter
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Ken Kesey |
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df6ca4d
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He had only smiled, condescendingly and therapeutically. "No, Leland, not you. You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for you to 'go mad' in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently 'went mad' and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now"--And I think he even went so far as to yawn--"you are too ..
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Ken Kesey |
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4d0571b
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They've still got their problems, just like all of us. They're still sick men in lots of ways. But at least there's that: they are sick men now. No more rabbits, Mack. Maybe they can be well men someday. I can't say.
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strength
rabbits
mental-illness
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Ken Kesey |