Chapter 33 Bouquet for Algernon - Peanuts

Bouquet for Algernon - Peanuts "June 21st" I added time sequence numbers to Algernon's maze to increase the complexity of the problem, but he quickly learned to adapt.Now don't provide it with motivation, such as water or food, it will solve the problem, the pursuit of success is its motivation. However, I recall Bert mentioning in the meeting that Algernon's behavior would be erratic.Sometimes, after walking the maze or after finishing it, it will be furious, rushing into the maze wall by itself, or curling up in the corner and refusing to work.Is this a sign of depression?Or is there another more complicated reason.

Five-thirty in the afternoon—the crazy Fee next door had come across the fire escape in the afternoon with a female white mouse in her arms.The little white mouse was only half the size of Algernon.She said she wanted to keep Algernon company, so that they could spend lonely midsummer nights together.I was about to turn her down, but she soon persuaded me to stay, saying that Algernon would do him no harm if he had a company.It makes sense when I think about it. Besides, "Mimi" is in good physical and mental condition, so there shouldn't be any problems. In addition, I also want to see if Algernon will have any different changes after having an extra female partner. So he agreed to keep it.As we collaborated to get Mimi into Algernon's cage, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

"Do you know what romance is?" She turned on the radio and walked wildly towards me. "Come on! Let me teach you the latest dance moves!" When you meet a girl like Fei, how can you bear to reject her? Now that Algernon has more companions, he should not be lonely anymore.I am happy for it. "June 23rd" There was a burst of laughter in the aisle last night, and soon someone knocked on the door.I opened it and it was Fee with a man. "Hi, Charlie." When she saw me, she giggled and said, "Leroy, meet my tenant across from me, Charlie, he's a great artist, very creative, using biological elements in his sculptures .”

Leroy held Fay to keep her unsteady body from hitting the wall.He looked a little nervous when he saw me, and only uttered a few vague greetings. "I met Leroy at the Stust Ballroom, and he's a great dancer," she briefed me, and started walking to her room, only to pull him back. "Hi! Let's buy Charlie a drink and get together." After hearing this, Leroy seemed to think it was inappropriate, so I also excused myself.After closing the door, I heard them laughing all the way back to the apartment.Later, although I wanted to calm down and study, images kept pouring into my mind like a tide: a big white bed covered with white sheets, and Fei and Leroy fell asleep in each other's arms.

I was tempted to call Alice, but then gave up.After all why would I torture myself any more?I have almost forgotten the contours of her face, but now I can outline Fei's undressed and lightly dressed figure, the clear blue eyes, the high bun...all of which can clearly appear in the my mind.However, Alice is like a figure gradually disappearing in the mist, getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred. About an hour later, I heard Fay yelling in her room, mixed with the sound of throwing things around.I quickly got up to see what happened and if there was anything I could do to help her.Just then, I heard the door slam shut, and then Leroy cursed as he left.A few minutes later, Fee came knocking on my living room window.The windows were open, and Fee crawled in through them, and sat down on the ledge, her beautiful legs peeping out of her silky Japanese kimono.

"Hi! Do you have a cigarette?" Her voice was rather soft and unclear. I handed her a pack of cigarettes, she took it, slid down the window sill, sat down on the sofa, and said with a sigh: "I'm usually pretty good at taking care of myself. But there's one kind of person who's so horny that she has to Get rid of them." "Oh, you brought him back and then you sent him away." Listening to my tone of voice, she thought I disagreed, looked at me in surprise and said, "You don't approve of me doing this?" "I can only care about who I am, and I dare not express my opinions. However, if you meet someone in a public place, such as a dance hall, you should think in advance that he may seduce you."

She shook her head in puzzlement, then replied, "I went to the Stuster Ballroom just because I like to dance. Just because I bring a man back, doesn't mean I'm going to have sex with him. You don't think I've slept with him." right?" At this time, the scene of the two of them embracing and falling asleep floated in my mind like a bubble. "However, if it were you, the situation might be different," she said. "What does it mean?" "Another way of saying it is, if you ask me, I'll sleep with you." Hearing what she said, my blood pressure suddenly rose.I managed to steady myself and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, I won't forget these words. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Charlie, I can't understand you at all. Most men, I can tell at a glance whether they like me or not, but I can't help you at all. You seem to be afraid of me. You can't be gay!" "Hey! Where are you thinking. Not at all." "I mean, if you're gay, tell me it's okay, we're still good friends. I just have to know." "I'm not gay. I wish I were him when you walked back into the room with that man tonight." She leaned forward so that the kimono opened at her neck, revealing her breasts.Later, she put her arms around me, expecting me to do the same.I knew what might happen to me, but I still told myself that there was nothing to be afraid of. When I was with her, I shouldn't panic like last time. After all, she was the one who took the initiative.She was different from any woman I'd ever known, and maybe we both had similar emotions, and she was just the right woman for me.

So I put my arms around her too. "It feels different now." She whispered softly, "I just thought you didn't care about me at all." "Of course I care about you." I whispered in her ear and kissed her neck.However, at this time, I was like a third party standing by the door, seeing the image of the two of us embracing each other, so I didn't respond to her actions at first, but I didn't panic, and at the same time I couldn't get excited. No desire at all, that's true. "Here, or to my place?" she asked me. "Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" "I don't think it's better. I'm not feeling well tonight." She looked at me suspiciously and said, "Is there some other reason? ... What do you want to do? ... I don't even mind..." "No, that's not it," I flatly denied. "I'm just not feeling well physically." Actually, I was curious about how to turn a man on, but I didn't have time to try the experiment, and now wasn't the time. Next, I didn't know what to say to her, I just hoped that she would leave as soon as possible, but I didn't want to tell her so.She looked me over for a moment, then said, "Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"

"why?" She shrugged, "I like you. To be honest, I don't know why. Maybe Leroy will come back again. In short, there are many reasons. If you don't like it, I will..." She let my guard down again.I had thousands of reasons to refuse her, but I finally gave in. "Have you any gin?" she asked me. "No, I don't drink much." "I still have some in the house, go get them here." Before I could stop her, she climbed out of the window.When she turned back a few minutes later, she had a bottle of gin about a third full in one hand and a lemon in the other.Later, she ran to the kitchen by herself to get two wine glasses and refill them separately. "Come on, after a glass of wine, you'll be more comfortable. It'll break down these rigid straight lines that make you sad. Everything will be neat and tidy, and it will make you feel as if you're in a cage, like Algernon was in a cage." Locked in its sculpture." At first, I didn't really want to drink, but because I was in a bad mood, I thought that drinking some alcohol would not do any harm, and maybe it could relieve the hallucinations of seeing self-images, so I accepted her request and drank. She got me drunk. All I can remember now is having my first glass of wine and going to bed.The bottle was still in her hand when she crawled into bed and slid into the sheets to sleep with me. When I woke up this afternoon, I had a splitting headache.She was still sleeping, face to the wall, pillows tangled under her neck.On the nearby table was an empty wine bottle next to an ashtray full of cigarette butts.All I can remember now is the second glass of wine, before the curtains were drawn. She stretched on the bed, then rolled over to me.I didn't expect her to be naked, so I shrank aside in fright, and fell under the bed.I quickly grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around my body. "Hi!" she yawned. "You know what I want to do most these days?" "what?" "It would be great to paint your nude like Michelangelo's 'David'. Are you all right?" I nodded. "Just a little headache. Did I drink too much last night?" She laughed, and leaning on her elbows, she said, "You're very drunk. You act a little weird, I don't mean you're childish, just a little weird." "What do you mean?" My body and the bed sheets were tangled together, and it was difficult to untie them for a while. "What did I do?" "I've seen men get excited in bed before, and I've seen men sleepy or sad and sexy in bed, but nothing like you. Fortunately, you don't drink a lot, though. My God! I should have taken a camera and recorded you yesterday." "For heaven's sake, tell me what happened last night?" "It didn't happen what I expected. No sex, nothing of the sort. You're special though, and there's something unexpected about you. How should I put it? It's incredible! If you were on stage, you'd be captivated by the theater Audience. You look confused and kind of goofy, like an adult slowly degenerating back into a kid, and you talk about how you want to go to school and learn to write so you can be as smart as everyone else. Totally different people ——It seems to be modified by others. You keep saying that you can’t play with me, because if your mother finds out, the peanuts will be confiscated and you will be locked in a cage!” "Did I mention peanuts?" "That's right! Tell me, what's going on?" She scratched her head and laughed, "You keep saying I can't take your peanuts. This is the weirdest thing. Also, the way you talk seems like Those idiots who stand on the street and stare at girls. Totally human. I thought you were just joking at first, but now that I think about it, you might be involuntary or otherwise bothered by something like that. Probably something like this Neat lines or something annoying that made you like this." I had expected this to be the case, so it didn't bother me at all to hear her say it.After drinking, the invisible barrier between me and the former Charlie seemed to collapse in an instant.Now that I think about it carefully, the old Charlie has actually been in my heart and has not disappeared.That operation just hid him, and then covered him with culture and education, so in fact he was still committed to the emotional level, quietly observing everything around him, waiting for the opportunity to emerge. What is he waiting for? "Are you OK?" After I replied that it was all right, she grabbed the sheets from me, pulled me back to the bed, hugged me unexpectedly, kissed me and said, "I was scared to death last night, Charlie, I thought you were out of order. I heard people Said, there are stories of impotent people who are suddenly forced into bed and go crazy." "Then why did you stay?" She shrugged and replied, "You look like a scared and helpless child, so I guess you shouldn't hurt anyone. However, I thought you might hurt yourself, so I stayed. I'm sorry, I was afraid of what happened just in case..." She pulled out a thick bookcase from the gap between the bed and the wall. "I don't think you'll have a chance to use it." She shook her head, "You probably looked like a peanut when you were young, right?" After she finished speaking, she jumped out of bed and began to get dressed. Although she was naked, she didn't look shy or shy at all.I lay in bed watching her for a while.Her breasts were full, exactly as they appeared in her self-portraits, and I wanted to reach out and hug her, but I knew I couldn't.That operation hadn't completely wiped out the old Charlie, who was still terrified that the peanuts would be taken from him.