Book: Flowers for Algernon. Page 1

Me just happened a strange thing... it seemed to Me that all it already was and the same scene in exactly the same...

That's the role that I always wanted to play big Brother.

Life and work - better than that man can have nothing.

I'm at the top and realize it. All around it seems that I'm killing myself with work, but they don't understand that now I live on the peak of clarity and beauty. the existence of which was not suspected. All my components are set to work. By day I absorb, and in the evenings - in moments. before you fall asleep, ideas fireworks explode in my head. Not in a world of greater pleasure.

At some point it dawned on me, and I guessed that not movies I need, and people! I just wanted to be filled with human bodies the dark.

I was looking into a shimmering fantasy world of the screen that left me with the same life.

All turns out not as we would like.

I'm a genius? I'm not sure. At least not yet. I, as told to Bart, is an exception. Very democratic term, allowing to avoid the damn labels like "gifted" and "unable" (which actually means "brilliant" and" an imbecile). As soon as the word "exception" begins to make sense, he was immediately replaced by another. Use the word only as long as no one understands its value. "Exception" can be attributed to both ends of the mental spectrum, so all my life I was the "exception".

The head is quite empty, but the important is the feelings, not thoughts.

With the feeling of freedom came a sadness. I wanted to love Alice, overcome emotional and sexual fears, to have children, the house. Now it is impossible. I'm as far from Alice with his KEY 185 as before with the KEY 70. The difference is that now we both understand that.

Now I understand that simultaneously with the movement of the mind has been getting shallower forward my feelings to Alice: from admiration to love, to appreciation, and finally to simple gratitude. I clung to her for fear of losing the last thread linking me with the past.

I am ashamed to look people in the eye. It seems to be ashamed of and nothing, but I have a few days not working, and inside a kind of void - I miss the bakery, ovens, friends...

I have nothing more to say to either her or others. No one looked me in the eye. I used to despise for their ignorance and stupidity, now you hate him for his intellect and knowledge. Jeez, what do they want from me?! Intelligence has driven a wedge between me and everyone I knew and loved kicked me out of the house. I have never felt so alone. I wonder what would happen if Algernon were put in a cage with other mice? Will they hate it?

What could be wrong with that person wants to become wiser, to gain knowledge, understand the world and yourself?