The air is pressed in by the walls, too tight for laughing.
Смеётся, потому что понимает: нужно смеяться над всем, что причиняет боль, чтобы сохранить равновесие
, чтобы мир не свёл тебя с ума
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.
That's a good rule for a smart gambler: look the game over awhile before you draw yourself a hand.
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.»
The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight.
Bring these old sins into the open where they can be washed by the sight of all.
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.
They can't tell so much about you if you got your eyes closed.
Nobody's gonna convince me I can't do something till I try it.
Which one of you claims to be the craziest? Which one is the biggest loony? It's my first day, and what I like to do is make a good impression straight off on the right man.
So for forty years he was able to live, if not right in the world of men, at least on the edge of it.
Если не остерегаться, люди
тебя оседлают. Будешь делать то, что им надо, или же, наоборот, станешь упрямым как осел и будешь делать все им назло.
And later, hiding in the latrine from the black boys, I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.
После этого он остепенился и посвятил себя карточным играм
Про рыбу одно знаю: что есть её лучше, чем чистить.
нельзя представить слабым, если его не видят.
Shakes hands with everybody he comes to except Big George the water freak, who grins and shies back from that unsanitary hand, so McMurphy just salutes him and says to his own right hand as he walks away, «Hand, how do you suppose that old fellow knew all the evil you been into?»
A face handsome and brutal and waxy like a mask, wanting nothing. I’ve seen a million faces like it.
Nobody complains about all the fog. I know why, now: as bad as it is, you can slip back in it and feel safe. That's what McMurphy can't understand, us wanting to be safe. He keeps trying to drag us out of the fog, out in the open where we'd be easy to get at.