“Come on now, what is this crap. I thought you guys could vote on policy and that sort of thing. Isn’t that the way it is, Doc?” The doctor nods without looking up. “Okay then; now who wants to watch those games?” Cheswick shoves his hand higher and glares around. Scanlon shakes his head and then raises his hand, keeping his elbow on the arm of the chair. And nobody else. McMurphy can’t say a word. “If that’s settled, then,” the nurse says, “perhaps we should get on with the meeting.”
