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One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Monologue
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Monologue
graves rest up on top of that dam. Indians sure are stubborn when we want to be; Papa
taught me that a long time ago, back when that place was a reservation instead of a
reservoir. After that I made my way up towards Canada, but decided Id throw my lot in
with the States a little longer, figured they owed me some since I been in the Army and
what not. Seen lots of things in all my travels, but not one can match those few weeks on
the ward with big Mac. You know through all this time, though, I realized somethin; the
Combine aint all bad, and neither was Nurse Ratched. See I always used to think the
Combine was tryin to hold us down, make sure we was all exactly how they wanted us to
be, but now I see that aint quite right. Sure they was tryin to control us to some end, but it
was all to keep us in line, make sure there was never too much trouble to handle. Thats
what Ive come to realize about the Combine, of course maybe I just been imagining it the
whole time... You know I just thought of somethin: if the Combine really aint bad, then
what was McMurphy fightin for? Spose the closest I can to explainin its like this: In war
you aint fightin for your country; youre fightin for the men in the trenches next to you.
Anyway, I gotta apologize again; the Fog did finally catch me. My old bones just couldnt run
from it anymore. I can see it right now, creepin up on me. Aint nothing left to do but let it
take me over for good. Its blocked out my entire vision now, cant see a damn thing no
more. Wait a minute, its fading now. Its fadin, but, theres more fog... No that aint fog, its
clouds! And theres McMurphy! Whats he doin here? Theres Harding too, and Billy and
Cheswick, Papa and Scanlon and Martini. Why, hell, even Nurse Ratched and Doc Spiveys
here. Theyre all playin poker together. Now hold on theyre tryin to say somethin to me,
and Macs runnin over. Sounds like theyre happy to see me. My God its been forever, Mac
says to me, but hells bells if it aint the bull goose looney that busted outta that goddamn
joint.