Kesey

"Yes, Disturbed Ward for ol' Red McMurphy, I;m afraid. YOu know what I think, observing him these few days?"

"Schizophrenic reaction?" Alvin asks.

Pipe shakes his head.

"Latent Homosexual with Reaction Formation?" the third one says.
Pipe shakes his head again and shuts his eyes. "No," he says and smiles round the room, "Negative Oedipal."

They all congratulate him.

"Yes, I think there is a lot pointing to it," he says. "But whatever the final diagnosis is, we must keep one thing in mind: we're not dealing with an ordinary man."

"You - are very, very wrong, Mr. Gideon."

It's the Big Nurse.

Everybody's head jerks toward her - mine too, but I check myself and pass the motion off like I'm trying to scrub a peck I just discovered on the wall above my head. Everybody's confused all to hell for sure now. They figured they were proposing just what she'd want, just what she was planning to propose in the meeting herself. I thought so too. I've seen her send men half the size of McMurphy up to Disturbed for no more reason than there was a chance they might spit on somebody; now she's got this bull of a man who's bucked her and everybody else on the staff, a guy she all but said was on his way off the ward earlier this afternoon, and she says no.

"No. I don't agree. Not at all."

-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest