Chapter 24 Bouquet for Algernon - Immediately

Bouquet for Algernon - Immediately Progress report 12 "June 5th" I haven't handed in the progress report for two weeks, Nima is very impatient, because the International Psychology Conference in Chicago is just around the corner, and there is only one week left from now (he is impatient It also makes sense, because now the Weinberg Foundation has begun to pay me a salary, so that I can concentrate on working here instead of looking for other jobs.) Nima hopes that the initial report presented at the meeting will be as complete as possible, and I and Algernon was the protagonist of his report.

For this reason, the relationship between Professor Nima and I has become more and more tense, and it seems to be on the verge of breaking out.He often reminded me that I was his experimental subject, making me feel as if I was not human at all before the experiment. I complained to Dr. Strauss that I seem to spend too much time thinking, reading and digging myself. Every time I want to write down these contents, I feel that it is a time-consuming task.I often become very impatient because of this, unable to write down my thoughts carefully.Dr. Strauss suggested that I learn to type and take notes.Now, this situation has improved a lot, and I can almost type seventy-five characters a minute.

Dr. Strauss reminds me to be as concise and direct as possible in both speaking and writing so that others can understand.Sometimes language is a barrier, not a shortcut, he said.Hearing him say that, I found myself on the other side of the intellectual barrier, which felt a little ironic. Today, Alice and I still see each other occasionally, and our relationship remains on a spiritual level.Not talking to each other about what happened between us.I once had nightmares three nights in a row after leaving the bakery.Time flies so horribly that it's hard to believe I've been away from the bakery for two weeks.

In the dream, I was on an empty street being chased by what appeared to be a ghost.I ran all the way to the bakery but was locked out and no one inside turned to look at me.Through the glass of the storefront, I saw the bride and groom on the wedding cake, hand in hand pointing at me and smiling.Their laughter echoed in the air, unbearably high-pitched.Then two cupids started shooting arrows of fiery cupids at me.I yelled and slammed on the door panel, but there was silence all around, without any sound.That's when I saw Charlie staring at me in the store.I don't know if these dreams are a kind of hallucination?Towards the end of the dream, I felt as though someone was grabbing my legs and trying to drag me from the bakery into a dark, shadowy alley.Just as I was about to be enveloped by shadows, I woke up.

In other dreams, the door of the bakery is open, leading to the past, so that I can clearly see some people and things. Now, my powers of recall have developed quite astonishingly, almost out of control.Sometimes, when I'm engrossed in a book, or concentrating on solving a problem, I feel a strong need to get to the bottom of things. I know this is a subconscious signal, so sometimes I just close my eyes and actively seek the past without waiting for the past memories to come to me, so now I can completely control this recall activity.In retrospect, I not only touch on past experience, but also go deep into the soul to explore the virgin land of intelligence that was completely untapped.

Now, even when I think about it like this, I can clearly feel as if the stasis was frozen there, allowing me to clearly see the window of the bakery... I dared to reach out and touch it. At first it felt cold and shivering, and then slowly warmed up , and finally turned into scorching heat.My image was reflected on the window, it was very clear, and then the window was like a mirror, and Charlie?Gordon when he was fourteen or five years old.He was in the house, looking at me through the window, with a strange expression on his face, and it felt very weird. He is waiting for his sister to leave school.When he saw his sister appear at the corner of Mark Street, he waved and called her name with joy, and ran to the porch to wait for her to come in.

As she walked, Norma waved the paper in her hand and said, "I got a perfect score in the history test, and I know all the answers. Miss Baffin said that I was the best in the class!" Norma was pretty, with hazel hair.She braided her hair and tied it at the back of her head.When she looked up and saw her brother standing on the steps, the smile faded quickly, and she jumped up the few steps to the house, leaving Charlie behind. Charlie followed her inside with a smile. With both parents in the kitchen, Charlie excitedly blurted out Norma's good news before she could speak. "She gets full marks, full marks!"

"You are not allowed to say it!" Norma screamed angrily, "It's not your test paper, so you can't say it. I have to say it myself." "Little girl, what are you talking about?" Matt put down the newspaper in his hand and lectured Norma sternly. "You can't talk to your brother like that." "He has no right to tell my grades!" "Okay, it's okay." Matt pointed at Norma angrily, "Your brother said these words without malice, you shouldn't speak to him that loudly." Norma ran to her mother for help. "I got full marks and I was the best in the class. You said that if I do well in the exam, I can get a puppy. Now that I got full marks, can I have a brown dog with white spots? I Going to call it Napoleon. Napoleon lost at Waterloo. I'm the only one in class who did best on that."

Rose nodded after listening, "Take Charlie to play on the porch. He was waiting for you to come home from school an hour ago." "I don't want to play with him!" "Play on the porch," Matt said. Norma looked at her father, then at Charlie. "I don't have to play with him. My mother said, if I don't want to, I don't have to play with him!" "Listen, little girl," Matt said, rising from his chair, "Apologize to your brother right now." "I don't!" she screamed, hiding behind her mother's chair. "He's like a baby, he can't play Monopoly or hopscotch or anything else. Every time I play with him, he gets it wrong. I don't want to play with him anymore."

"Then go back to your room!" "Can I have a puppy, Mom." When Matt heard this, he slammed his fist on the table angrily. "If you don't change your attitude, don't even think about raising a puppy at home." "But I promised her that if she did well in school, I would get her a puppy." "Yeah! Brown dogs with white spots!" said Norma. Matt pointed to Charlie standing by the wall and said, "The last time our son wanted to get a dog, did you tell him that there is no spare room at home, and no one can help him take care of the dog? Do you want to say what you said? ?”

"But, I can take care of the dog myself!" Norma insisted, "I can feed the dog, brush and bathe it, take it out to play..." Charlie stood at the side table, playing with the big red buttons that were loose on his clothes.At this time, he suddenly shouted: "I can also help her take care of the dog, bathe and brush the dog, and prevent other dogs from biting it." Before Matt and Rose could answer, Norma screamed, "I don't want it! I want a dog by myself! The dog is mine!" Matt nodded and said, "Did you see her like this?" Rose reached out to comfort Norma, who was standing by the chair, and said while stroking her braids, "It's something to share! My dear. Charlie can help you take care of the puppy." "No! The puppy belongs to me alone. I got perfect marks on the history test, not him. He never got as good a grade as I did. Why should he help me take care of the puppy? Puppy After letting him take care of him, he will like him more and more, and finally become his puppy instead of mine. If I can't raise a puppy by myself, I will not have it!" "Fine, that's all right." Matt picked up the newspaper again and sat back in his chair. "Stop keeping a dog." Norma jumped up suddenly when she heard this sentence, angrily tore up the history test paper in her hand, and then threw the scraps of paper at Charlie who looked surprised. "I hate you! I hate you!" "Norma, you can't do this." Rose grabbed Norma, but she struggled away. "I hate school, I hate school. I don't want to study anymore, I'm going to be an idiot like him! I'm going to forget everything I've learned and be like him!" Norma screamed as she ran out of the house. "I'm starting to lose my memory. I don't remember everything, I don't. I don't want to remember anything I learned!" Rose was startled by Norma's appearance, and ran out after her.Matt sat still in his chair, continuing to read his newspaper.Charlie was also frightened by Norma's behavior and hid in a chair and wept softly.He didn't know what he did wrong, how it came to be like this, how the bottom of his pants was wet, and it felt like water was flowing down the side of his legs.He sat there not daring to move, knowing that when his mother came back later, she would definitely beat him because he was wet. This incident was gradually forgotten, but since then, Norma has stopped playing with me. She always hides in the room alone and locks me out. I can't enter her without her permission. room. Once, Norma was hiding in a room with a gay friend of hers, and I overheard her saying, "He's not my real brother, we brought him back because he was poor. My mother I said that if someone asks me in the future, I can truthfully say that he is not my real brother." Looking back on it after years, I wish it was just a picture of the event developed on paper so I could rip it up and throw it in Norma's face.I had no intention of sabotaging her getting a puppy at all.Now, I really want to yell at her across time and space and tell her: you can have a puppy, I don't want to feed it, bathe it, brush its hair, or take it out to play - and I don't want it to like me Than liking you.I just want to play with you like I used to, I don't want to do anything that will hurt you at all!