McMurphy nodded once and closed his eyes again ; he laced his hands across his chest and slid down in his chair , his chin settling into his collar . He smacked his lips and smiled as if he were napping . " Man , " he said , " everybody is still drunk . "
Макмерфи кивнул и снова закрыл глаза; он скрестил руки на груди и сполз в кресло, уткнувшись подбородком в воротник. Он причмокнул губами и улыбнулся, как будто дремлет. «Чувак, — сказал он, — все еще пьяны».
