Цветы для Элджернона
PROGRESS REPORT 11
AsifAlicecouldn’tmakeuphermindwhoshewasandwhichworldshewantedtolivein.
"Youhaven’tbeentothelabforafewdays,"shecalledfromthekitchen."ProfessorNemurisworriedaboutyou."
"Icouldn’tfacethem,"Isaid."Iknowthere’snoreasonformetobeashamed,butit’sanemptyfeelingnotgoingintoworkeveryday—notseeingtheshop,theovens,thepeople.It’stoomuch.Lastnightandthenightbefore,Ihadnightmaresofdrowning."
Shesetthetrayinthecenterofthecoffeetable—thenapkinsfoldedintotriangles,andthecookieslaidoutinacirculardisplaypattern."Youmustn’ttakeitsohard,Charlie.Ithasnothingtodowithyou."
"Itdoesn’thelptotellmyselfthat.Thosepeople—foralltheseyears—weremyfamily.Itwaslikebeingthrownoutofmyownhome."
"That’sjustit,"shesaid."Thishasbecomeasymbolicrepetitionofexperiencesyouhadasachild.Beingrejectedbyyourparents...beingsentaway..."
"Oh,Christ!Nevermindgivingitaniceneatlabel.WhatmattersisthatbeforeIgotinvolvedinthisexperimentIhadfriends,peoplewhocaredforme.NowI’mafraid..."
"You’vestillgotfriends."
"It’snotthesame."
"Fearisanormalreaction."
"It’smorethanthat.I’vebeenafraidbefore.AfraidofbeingstrappedfornotgivingintoNorma,afraidofpassingHowellsStreetwherethegangusedtoteasemeandpushmearound.AndIwasafraidoftheschoolteacher,Mrs.Libby,whotiedmyhandssoIwouldn’tfidgetwiththingsonmydesk.
