• He was in his chair in the corner, resting a second before he came out for the next round -- in a long line of next rounds. The thing he was fighting, you couldn't whip it for good. All you could do was keep on whipping it, till you couldn't come out anymore and somebody else had to take your place.

    Ken Kesey (2012). “One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: 50th Anniversary Edition”, p.284, Penguin