Character: Chief Bromden. Page 1

The black boys stoke the sucking pink mouths of the Vegetables a shade too fast for swallowing, and the Mechanical Soft squeezes out down their little knobs of chins onto the greens. The black boys cuss the Vegetables and ream the mouths bigger with a twisting motion of the spoon, like coring a rotten apple: "This ol' fart Blastic, he's comin' to pieces befo' my very eyes. I can't tell no more if I'm feeding him bacon puree or chunks of his own fuckin' tongue."
Nurses firemen too quickly, the pink mouths of the vegetables don't get ready to swallow, and the mechanical soft squeezed into their little, dripping on the green. The nurses scolded vegetables, stretch their mouths wider, Vartanov spoon, like the eye on the potato is cut, "This old fart Blastic falling to pieces before my eyes. I don't know if I have ham jelly swallows, whether your language to pieces."

He got no hair on his face and none on his head to speak of; it looks like he glued some on once but it kept slipping off and getting in his cuffs and his shirt pocket and down his collar. Maybe that's why he keeps his collar so tight, to keep the little pieces of hair from falling down in there. Maybe that's why he laughs so much, because he isn't able to keep all the pieces out.
A person without hair, and their heads so much that even considered not worth it; it seems that he once stuck, and they do not hold and fall, some in cuffs, some scruff, some in a shirt pocket. Therefore, probably, and his collar so tight, to less hair filled. Because it can, and laughing all the time that the neck is tickled.

That's a good rule for a smart gambler: look the game over awhile before you draw yourself a hand.
A good player always remember this rule: look the game, and then ask for card touch.

The air is pressed in by the walls, too tight for laughing.
The air compressed by the walls, too tight for laughing.

Bring these old sins into the open where they can be washed by the sight of all.
Remove the old sins in the light of day, to bathe in the eyes of the people.

He'll still get up from time to time and wag his head and let us know how tired he is, but it's not a complaint or excuse or warning any more - he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.
Still he sometimes gets up and shakes her head, and tells how tired he was, but that's not a complaint, not an excuse and not a warning - it's over; it's like an old clock that time did not show, but still, the arrows are bent, God knows how, the numbers on the dial have worn off, the call is stalled from rust - old watch, it is still ticking and wheezing, but without any sense.

And every time he hit the bottle, not drinking from it - it sucked the life out of him.

If you don't what to Wake up, it'll be a long and dull to float in this gray period, but if you really need to get out of it, I realized it is possible.

Throughout the unit, open the hardware - tried to adapt, measured by electronic sensors, calculated that to cope with such may not, and just burned herself.

I know already what will happen: somebody'll drag me out of the fog and we'll be back on the ward and there won't be a sign of what went on tonight and if I was fool enough to try and tell anybody about it they d say, Idiot, you just had a nightmare; things as crazy as a big machine room down in the bowels of a dam where people get cut up by robot workers don't exist. But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?
I already know what will happen: somebody'll drag me out of the fog, and again we find ourselves in the house, and no trace of what happened last night, and if I'm such a fool that tries to tell them about it, they will say: you idiot, you've just had a nightmare, there is no such wild things as a big computer room in the bowels of a dam where people shred workers-robots. But if they don't exist, how can they see?

What he fought, can not be defeated once and for all. You can only win over and over again, while keeping his feet, and then your place will be someone else.