Цитаты из книги «One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest / Пролетая над гнездом кукушки. Книга для чтения на английском языке»

I lift the sponge up above my head so everybody in the room can see how it’s covered with green slime and how hard I’m working; then I bend over and rub harder than ever.

As I get closer I see there’s light seeping out this peephole, green light, bitter as bile. The staff meeting is about to start in there, is why there’s this green seepage; it’ll be all over the walls and windows by the time the meeting is halfway through, for me to sponge off and squeeze in my bucket, use the water later to clear the drains in the latrine.

the whack of it sounds like a gavel;

wise,” the doctor asks, “to send him up to Disturbed?”

thwarted he was up out of his chair

‘He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum’

cogs polished to a hard glitter, tiny pills that gleam like porcelain, needles, forceps, watchmakers’ pliers, rolls of copper wire…

a bag shape of a tool box with a hemp handle.

Like the tip of a soldering iron.

by the way the lockworks cleave to the key, soft and swift and familiar she been around locks so long.