At Least They're Committed

Well well well and what the hell. Seems like I got conned into reading something of merit. Goddammit. And the thing is, like the Titanic, I know how this story ends and it ain’t gonna be good. I took a break, oh, I’ll be saying about page 75 or so, to look online for the cast. Damn if they didn’t cast it to spit-shine perfection. Except of course for the red curly hair and the tall, muscular build and all that, Nicholson was perfect. The attitude, hell yeah. But, just so we’re straight, the reason I was looking it up was being as I was hoping that in the clips I’d seen, what with the trust and the innocence and all, that Brad Dourif wasn’t Billy Bibbit, since I know he kills himself on account of that cold, white, painted Nurse Ratched. But, damn, who couldn’t fall in love with Billy Bibbit? Sad as it is, it was him. So goddamn it to hell. It was a weak moment when I pledged I’d read this and, hoooeee, I’m already regretting it. EBD comes in every few hours asking where I’m at, so I’m obliged to make progress. Damn. Next they’ll have me reading “To Kill a Mockingbird,” and, goddammit, I know how that ends, too.

As an end note, I’d like to point out that tonight I asked EBD questions he couldn’t quite answer and he said, “the fog is a metaphor,” but I’m saying, “what initiated the metaphor? was he fogged in the war?” and he didn’t know so, there ya go. And I’d like to also point out that on page 118, McMurphy says, “got another think coming,” not ‘another thing,’ so I delighted in that because it’s one of my pet peeves.