“You’re committed, you realize. You are … under the jurisdiction of me … the staff.” She’s holding up a fist, all those red-orange fingernails burning into her palm. “Under jurisdiction and control—” Harding shuts off the buffer, and leaves it in the hall, and goes pulls him a chair up alongside McMurphy and sits down and lights him a cigarette too. “Mr. Harding! You return to your scheduled duties!” I think how her voice sounds like it hit a nail, and this strikes me so funny I almost laugh.
