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Sittin’ in the silence
1) Protagonist: The protagonists of the novel are the patients of the mental hospital, chiefly represented by McMurphy and Chief Bromden. McMurphy works throughout the novel to improve and free his fellow patients. On the symbolic level, they represent the individual in society.
 
Antagonist: The antagonist is the cold, uncaring hospital administration, chiefly represented by Nurse Ratched. It is obvious that Ratched's main concern is to keep her patients submissive. On the symbolic level, the administration represents the repressive forces of society.
 
Appropriately, Nurse Ratched has the authorities on her side, and her strongest weapon against the inmates is the Shock Shop, where they are kept under control. Although Kesey does not develop much of her personality, Ratched is obviously a cold, calculating woman. She despises McMurphy, for she has difficulty in controlling him. She tries to demystify him and prove to the other inmates that he is just as ordinary as they are, and not a hero or messiah as they see him.
 
Other: Three black orderlies who have been chosen carefully over the years by Nurse Ratched. She has preyed on their hatred and trained them carefully. They help in keeping the ward organized and under control by passing on most of their menial chores to the chronic patients.
 
2) One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest is set in a mental hospital in Oregon. The novel is divided into four parts. Parts One, Two and Four are set in the hospital itself. In Part Three, the patients from the hospital go on a deep-sea fishing trip, and the setting is the boat. Except for a few outsiders, the characters are either patients or employees of the hospital. Kesey has drawn from his own experience to give the reader an insider's view of the hospital.
 
Quote: "I thought for a minute there I saw her whipped. Maybe I did. But I see now that it don't make any difference.... To beat her you don't have to whip her two out of three or three out of five, but every time you meet. As soon as you let down your guard, as soon as you lose once, she's won for good. And eventually we all got to lose. Nobody can help that." Chapter 9, pg. 101
 
3) Set in a mental hospital in the 1960's, the novel is the story of Randle Patrick McMurphy. The head of the ward is Nurse Ratched, referred to by the patients as the Big Nurse. When McMurphy arrives at the ward, he immediately sets things on edge, mocking the staff policies and joking with the patients. The men are shy, frightened mice who can hardly chuckle, and who live in constant terror of the Big Nurse and her indirect attacks. McMurphy makes a bet with them: in one week, he can break down her defenses. He convinces the men to vote to change the TV viewing time so they can watch the World Series. At first the men are too frightened to go along with it, but he drags them along. McMurphy holds back on his fights when he learns that the Big Nurse controls when he is released from the hospital. However, he is pulled back in by the suicide of a patient and the needs of the other men. Bromden and McMurphy become friends, and Bromden starts to talk again, almost by accident. McMurphy takes him and a number of the men on a fishing trip, giving them a chance to do things most men take for granted, and their fear starts to go away. Billy and the girl spend the night together, and when the Big Nurse comes in that morning, she finds the two of them in bed. When she threatens to tell Billy's mother, Billy cuts his throat. McMurphy attacks the Big Nurse, ripping open her shirt and nearly strangling her. He is taken away, and when he returns, he has been lobotomized. He no longer speaks or moves but just lies in bed. Bromden suffocates him with a pillow, then breaks out of the ward, free at last to return to his life.
 
4) It is possible to see Kesey's interest in the myth of the hero at a young age, as well as hints of the Cuckoo's Nest's central character in his father's bold nature. Kesey's experience with his father on the river and in the woods influenced both Cuckoo's Nest, and Kesey's other major novel, Sometimes a Great Notion. He was raised Baptist, and his mother's family was staunchly religious.
 
A great deal of Kesey's inspiration for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was taken from Kesey's work at the Veteran's Hospital in Menlo Park. He was at first a paid participant in government testing of various drugs. His natural intelligence, and interest in new experiences, made him ideally suited for the task. After the testing was completed, Kesey stayed on at the hospital as an aide. His creation of the character Randle Patrick McMurphy was inspired by the longing he found in a great number of the men there. Kesey also drew on his drug experiences in order to create the vivid hallucinations Chief Bromden, the novel's narrator, experiences over the course of the novel.
 
5) One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was an instant critical and popular success. The novel had its rebellious and subversive themes and humorous objections to the ideas of conformity. Critics responded with a wide variety of interpretations, seeing McMurphy as a representation of the Fisher King, or the basic structure of the novel itself akin to that of dramatic tragedy. Some faulted it for it's over the top bravadoism and the crudity of its central character. For the most part, however, reactions were positive. The novel was adapted into a stage play, and eventually a screen version, which won five Academy Awards and gave Jack Nicholson one of his most memorable roles as McMurphy.. The novel remains popular today, with its theme of the individual versus society, and the need to remain in touch with one's self. The two central characters, McMurphy and the Big Nurse, have entered into the mythology of American culture.
 
Sittin’ in the silence
Although rain falls softly on your cheek,
I can still sense hidden tears beneath,
Hàng 44 ⟶ 24:
You are my love.
I miss you now.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Without death
 
Listen and you can hear the distant sound
of someone humming a familiar song,
Hàng 60 ⟶ 62:
I thought that it was a part of me
and I dried my tears
The shooting stars that rain straight
down
on your body, on your shoulders, are
Hàng 76 ⟶ 78:
something definite that,
in those days, was without death
When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was a part of me
and I dried my tears
Hàng 84 ⟶ 86:
 
 
 
You are my love
 
You asked what was
 
 
 
 
 
You are my love
 
You asked what was
wrong and I smiled
and said
Hàng 126 ⟶ 136:
perfect
The first time we kissed
you made all the bad
go away… completely
Not all scars show,
Hàng 138 ⟶ 148:
goodbye
i love you
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Discovery
 
On the roof, looking at the sky,
the sun’s light is warm and gentle
Hàng 181 ⟶ 227:
Stretch out your hands, Rise
up both your hands!
 
 
 
 
Life is like a boat
 
Nobody knows who I really am
I never felt this empty before
And of I ever need
someone to come along,
Who’s gonna comfort me,
Hàng 220 ⟶ 269:
I never thought I’d feel
this way towards you
And if you ever need
someone to come along,
I will follow you, and
Hàng 235 ⟶ 284:
the oars, and soon
I can see the shore
We are rowing the boat of
fate, but the waves keep attacking us
But isn’t that still a wonderful
journey? Aren’t any of them a
wonderful journey?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Imagination
 
If you strain your ears, you can faintly hear
the sound of the falling rain
Hàng 283 ⟶ 365:
The thing you have been looking for
was tight before your eyes
 
 
 
 
Those memories…
 
Even though seasons may pass,
But in my heart,
Hàng 312 ⟶ 397:
 
 
 
Searching for feeling
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Searching for feeling
 
The faint scent of tears
On my rain soaked cheeks
Hàng 342 ⟶ 446:
Inside this transparent wind
and accept these wings.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
New Adventure
 
If darkness blinds you,
then I shall become your eyes.
If sadness makes you lose your speech,
then let my song express my feelings.
I always realize it accidentally,
your innocent smile.
When I’m in trouble, you’d always support me.
Beside me, beside me, beside me
is only you.
You are the only one.
I believe, I believe, I believe
that using only one message,
no matter how far apart we are,
it’ll reach. I’ll be there for you.
Passing through the crowd on a familiar street,
I run, searching for your smile.
I feel our distance apart.
It’s like a miracle, a “perfect world”.
Letting you see my tears, that uncertainty,
gave me the conviction to be strong.
After so many years,
I loudly call out your name.
Even on a night without the moon, with you here,
I fear nothing.
Walking down the street with you
together is my greatest pride.
Beside me, beside me, beside me
is only you.
You are the only one.
I believe, I believe, I believe
that using only one message,
no matter how far apart we are,
it’ll reach. I’ll be there for you.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
No matter how many setbacks you meet,
this dream will never disappear.
Hesitant, hesitant, hesitant…
Even if you’ve lost your way,
you just need to bravely walk forward.
If sadness makes you lose your speech,
Then let my song express my feelings.
 
 
 
Confess
 
If you strain your ears, you can faintly hear
the sound of the falling rain
I compose my thoughts,
sit here, and search for words
I think, write, and stumble,
Then erase it and start over
After 12 hours, all I’ve made
are discarded scraps of paper
I want to convey them to you,
but it isn’t going well
These piled up emotions
are only becoming bigger
These shards of words now inside me
that I can’t let out,
seem to taper to a sharp point
and pierce my throat
It may not be pretty,
but if I take it little by little
it’ll be fine.
I just need to give this pain
a shape
If you strain your ears, you can definitely
hear my sound.
The sky stops weeping, and the clouds clear.
These fragments of words
that I am spinning,
pile up one by one,
and become a song.
It may not be pretty,
but if I take it little by little
it’ll be fine
The light shines in
Until this voice dries up,
I will continue singing.
This sadness you have falling on you
should just clear away.
I want to convey to you
who I really am
The thing you have been looking for
was tight before your eyes
 
 
 
 
Truth from sadness
 
A sad look, a mad face.
Sometimes those will happen.
A teary face, a sour face.
Those won’t last forever.
Wai!
The feelings of having spring break.
Wai! Wai!
A pocket full of many dreams.
Yes! Yes!
Why not come with me?
Yes! Yes!
We can do everything!
Let’s give a hug, let’s give a hug!
Adults and children, give them all a hug!
Let’s give a hug, let’s give a hug!
Dogs and cats, give them all a hug!
 
What?
You’re all words.
Do you even know,
That the live of everyone are in my hands?!
Stop acting so cool.
You’re always away during the important times and all you do is call.
And there are times when you were finally here, but disappear unexpectedly.
Every time…
Every time…
Always, always, leaving me behind, alone…
What do you think I am?
I love you!
 
I wonder what it is.
Something just doesn’t feel right.
A feeling that says if I just let it sink like this,
I’d be losing something that I’ll never be able to get back.
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