One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

...a face handsome and brutal and waxy like a mask, wanting nothing. I've seen a million faces like it.

Do you think if you lived near a waterfall you could hear it very long?

And I've watched her get more and more skillful over the years. Practice has steadied and strengthened her until now she wields a sure power that extends in all directions on hairlike wires too small for anybody's eye but mine; I see her sit in the center of this web of wires like a watchful robot, tend her network with mechanical insect skill, know every second which wire runs where and just what current to send up to get the results she wants.