One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Part I, Chapter Thirteen Summary
This chapter is so short, we’re just going to type it out for you to read:
"It’s getting hard to locate my bed at night, I have to crawl around on my hands and knees feeling underneath the springs till I find my gobs of gum stuck there. Nobody complains about 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."