One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

by Ken Kesey

he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.

Drunk and running and laughing and carrying on with women square in the center of the Combine’s most powerful stronghold!

I had to keep reminding myself that it had truly happened, that we had made it happen. We had just unlocked a window and let it in like you let in the fresh air. Maybe the Combine wasn’t all-powerful. What was to stop us from doing it again, now that we saw we could? Or keep us from doing other things we wanted?