"It's like each face was a sign like one of those 'I'm Blind' signs the dago accordion players in Portland hung around their necks, only these signs say 'I'm tired' or 'I'm scared' or 'I'm dying of a bum liver' or 'I'm all bound up with machinery and people pushing me alla time.' I can read all the signs, it don't make any difference how little the print gets. Some of the faces are looking around at one another and could read the other fellow's if they would, but what's the sense? The faces blow past in the fog like confetti."

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey