an open snarl, and she blows up bigger, big as a tractor, so big I can smell the machinery inside the way you smell a motor pulling too big a load." Nurse Ratched has no signs of being human any the less female. In her wicker purse she has, "no compact or lipstick or woman stuff". She only has, "a thousand parts she aims to use in her duties today-wheels and gears, cogs polished to a hard glitter, tiny pills that gleam like porcelain, needles, forceps, watchmakers' pliers, roll of copper wire...". He sees her as a cartoon with her frozen face. She is an ice queen; no true visible feelings come off her. She executes her cold professionalism with an unshakeable self-righteous faithfulness. To add to her tough attitude she was a former army nurse that causes her to do her job without emotion. The qualities of piety and communal concern that had been taught women
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