“He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.”

Ken Kesey

Ken Kesey - “He's got hands so long and white and dainty...” 1

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