Flowers For Algernon: The must-read literary science fiction masterpiece (S.F. MASTERWORKS Book 6)

People resent being shown that they don’t approach the complexities of the problem – they don’t know what exists beyond the surface ripples.

Paradise Lost I could only remember it was about

It’s amazing the way things, apparently disconnected, hang together. I’ve moved up to another plateau, and now the streams of the various disciplines seem to be closer to each other as if they flow from a single source. Strange how when I’m in the college cafeteria and

‘I think I’ve changed during these weeks away from the lab,’ I said. ‘I couldn’t see how to do it at first, but tonight, while I was wandering around the city, it came to me. The foolish thing was trying to solve the problem all by myself. But the deeper I get tangled up in this mass of dreams and memories the more I realize that emotional problems

‘The more intelligent you become the more problems you’ll have, Charlie.

But these days I have trouble getting through to people. I don’t know if it’s me or them, but any attempt at conversation usually fades away in a minute or two, and the barriers go up. Is it because they are afraid of me? Or is it that deep down they don’t care and I feel the same about them?

Who’s to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who’s to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

If your smart you can have lots of frends to talk to and you never get lonley by yourself all the time.

No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death – or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day.