Цветы для Элджернона
PROGRESS REPORT 17
It’stoosmall!Ican’tgetthrough!
AndsuddenlyIamhurledagainstthewalls,againandagain,andforcedthroughtheopeningwherethelightthreatenstoburstmyeyes.Again,IknowIwillpiercethecrustintothatholylight.MorethanIcanbear.PainasIhaveneverknown,andcoldness,andnausea,andthegreatbuzzingovermyheadflappinglikeathousandwings.Iopenmyeyes,blindedbytheintenselight.Andflailtheairandtrembleandscream.
Icameoutofitattheinsistenceofahandshakingmeroughly.Dr.Strauss.
"ThankGod,"hesaid,whenIlookedintohiseyes."Youhadmeworried."
Ishookmyhead."I’mallright."
"Ithinkmaybethat’sallfortoday."
IgotupandswayedasIregainedmyperspective.Theroomseemedverysmall."Notonlyfortoday,"Isaid."Idon’tthinkIshouldhaveanymoresessions.Idon’twanttoseeanymore."
Hewasupset,buthedidn’ttrytotalkmeoutofit.Itookmyhatandcoatandleft.
Andnow—Plato’swordsmockmeintheshadowsontheledgebehindtheflames:
"...themenofthecavewouldsayofhimthatuphewentanddownhecamewithouthiseyes"
October5
Sittingdowntotypethesereportsisdifficult,andIcan’tthinkwiththetaperecordergoing.Ikeepputtingitoffformostoftheday,butIknowhowimportantitis,andI’vegottodoit.I’vetoldmyselfIwon’thavedinneruntilIsitdownandwritesomething—anything.
ProfessorNemursentformeagainthismorning.Hewantedmeatthelabforsometests,thekindIusedtodo.
