Flowers for Algernon

There was something about you that made us respect you—yes, even as you were. You had something I had never seen in a retarded person before."
"I don't regret the experiment."
"Neither do I, but you've lost something you had before. You had a smile..."
"An empty, stupid smile."
"No, a warm, real smile, because you wanted people to like you."
"And they played tricks on me, and laughed at me."
"Yes, but even though you didn't understand why they were laughing, you sensed that if they could laugh at you they would like you. And you wanted them to like you. You acted like a child and you even laughed at yourself along with them."

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.

What's right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn't help me solve a problem like this.

What's right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn't help me solve a problem like this.

What's right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn't help me solve a problem like this.

What's right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn't help me solve a problem like this.

But even as I write these words, something inside shouts that there is more. I'm a person. I was somebody before I went under the surgeon's knife. And I have to love someone.

But even as I write these words, something inside shouts that there is more. I'm a person. I was somebody before I went under the surgeon's knife. And I have to love someone.

Anyway, I'm glad now I don't have to ask anyone to write things for me. Now I can do it for myself.

wipe the beaded sweat