Hydrocronics

WOW! Glad to have this forum, I am really into writing, etc. I read the dictionary/thesaurus every day, if I hear a word I dont know I look it up then I just keep reading Sad I know, but my vocabulary is quite large.
Anyhoo, here's one of my only works that I currently have on my computer, have to type some more out. Here's an essay for you all done circa one month prior to posting.
The question posed: Do you believe the patients on the ward were better off before or after McMurphy's stay on the ward? Did he do them harm or good? (Non-Verbatim; The question was more detailed than that, however I do not have it in front of me)
I'll soon be posting some writing which is more creative, this will have to do for now

In Ken Kesey’s novel, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, the psychotic ward (prior to the arrival of the boisterous, auspicious character named Randall Patrick McMurphy,) was a place of order, and a place where the patients respected the rules dictated by the revered Miss Ratched, the Head, or “Big” Nurse. The patients did not analyze or question the policies created by Big Nurse; they did not dare defy them for fear of life-altering punishment, such as Electro-Shock Therapy or a Lobotomy. Then Mr. R. P. McMurphy arrives on the ward. He comes in hooting and hollering and generating all sorts of chaos. He causes all sorts of commotion and intrigue. He is able to make their fears of Big Nurse subside. They trust him, and they rely on him to confront Big Nurse on many issues that are troubling the “acutes” on the ward; he is their delegate. He causes the other patients to become very riled up about the way the ward is operated; and in the end, gives them the courage to fight for themselves. The other patients feel as if he is the person in charge; no longer does Big Nurse hold her tight grip of control over them. The other patients found on the ward benefited unquestionably from the friendship of Kesey’s rousing and charismatic character, Randall Patrick McMurphy.

McMurphy was able to take away nearly all the fears of Big Nurse that the other patients may have possessed. With his joviality, kinship, and his convivial attitude he was able to transcend the ward and the dogmatic regulations of Big Nurse by uplifting the other patient’s spirits, and taking away their dolorous ways of life. He taught the other men on the ward that there are some things worth living for, and they don’t have to make themselves feel as if they are nonentities; they can be somebody again, if they chance it.
McMurphy’s attributes, as seen by those who were non compos mentis, are that he is massive, strong, tough, slick, mundane/worldly, brave, and any other word one might conjure up to cause the apotheosis of McMurphy. The patients would make up any excuse for McMurphy, so that in their own minds they could maintain that idealistic view of him that they have set in their minds; the notion that he was imperfect was never touched upon. When they saw McMurphy, they saw strength; they saw asylum. “…You’re so b-big and so tough!” says Billy Bibbit…this “perfect man” made them feel safe. Even the gargantuan Chief Bromden visualized McMurphy as a huge individual.

The curiously zany R. P. McMurphy intrigued the other patients on the ward, and once they introduced themselves and got to know one another, they were no less intrigued. They were constantly wondering what type of stunt McMurphy would attempt next. This curiosity soon leads to the emotional attachment of McMurphy to the patients. Eventually they would come to rely on him to discuss issues with Big Nurse that had been bothering them for some time. He would fight for their privileges, from the minute to the great. These privileges consisted of such things as being able to gamble amongst one another, taking an off-grounds trip to go fishing (of which he planned and organized,) not being restricted to one pack of cigarettes per day, and the discontinuation of one man constantly being badgered in the group therapy sessions. Much to the dismay of Big Nurse, the patients were beginning to voice their opinions. Without McMurphy, Chief Bromden would not have considered merely “coming out of the fog”, let alone escape. McMurphy provided willpower. He opened up Harding and the others enough that they were actually able to laugh again. He gave them the chance to be on a boat fishing, drinking alcohol, and being close to women. He had them being men again.

The patients felt as if McMurphy had control over Big Nurse, as opposed to visa versa, when in actuality he did not. However, through their eyes, he was nonpareil. He seemed to make every one of his endeavors so unproblematic. Through the eyes of the patients in the asylum, the dissolution of Big Nurse’s strength over them was beginning. The disputatious McMurphy was going to emerge victorious over Big Nurse no matter what she would attempt to do to him; her efforts were futile. Hence, the patients would themselves speak their minds, knowing full well that McMurphy would be there to back them up. He gave them a feeling inside of freedom, and the audacity to speak as and when they chose to speak. He helped them function autonomously.

The patients on the ward had nothing but good experiences with McMurphy, and they could not have had a more influential, utilitarian individual come to the ward to subvert Miss Ratched’s rules. When one reflects on the condition of the ward’s patients prior and subsequent to the fellowship of McMurphy, it is clear, when juxtaposed and compared, that the patients benefited undoubtedly. The fact that some tragedies occurred while McMurphy was on the ward is a non sequitur. There is no proof that any of those occurrences would not have inevitably transpired with or without the influence of McMurphy. In finality, Randall Patrick McMurphy gave the other patients courage, bravery, and a sense of being someone again. He untied their bound emotions, opened up their hearts, and gave them the strength to say what they usually only dared think about Miss Ratched and her ward. McMurphy made them back into men from mice.







So, what did you think? Let's face it, McMurphy wasn't exactly the most altruistic of individuals, but he did only damn good for them, in my opinion.
Don't let anyone tell you that you can't write an essay stoned; I wrote this entire essay blazed.
What a great novel. The quietus of Ken Kesey is very depressing- R.I.P.

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The Mind is Open.

Arsenic

how many words is that? any idea?

Hydrocronics

It didn't have to have a specific length, however I was typing and typing and it ended up being approx. 950 words. Could have made it longer, but why?

Hydrocronics

Blah! when I copied and pasted this story I see it didnt indent my paragraphs! Infernal machine!

whozgotbud?

very good, hydro

my suggestion to you is KISS
remember that although a wide vocabulary is necessary to provoke and describe, there is also such a thing as too much
it is easy to alienate your reader through the extensive use of vocabulary which isn't commonly used
also, it is redundant to use words together which have the same meaning
do not get lost in the art of obfuscation, or BBB
the ideas are strong but where is the support?
also, an interesting question- what did McMurphy gain from his labors, what rewards did he receive from the other patients?

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