Flowers for Algernon

There was something about you that made us respect you—yes, even as you were. You had something I had never seen in a retarded person before."
"I don't regret the experiment."
"Neither do I, but you've lost something you had before. You had a smile..."
"An empty, stupid smile."
"No, a warm, real smile, because you wanted people to like you."
"And they played tricks on me, and laughed at me."
"Yes, but even though you didn't understand why they were laughing, you sensed that if they could laugh at you they would like you. And you wanted them to like you. You acted like a child and you even laughed at yourself along with them."

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.

wipe the beaded sweat

clung to her out

frowning that open frown of unconcealed puzzlement

ooze all over

digging into myself,

He reminds me that language is sometimes a barrier instead of a pathway.

beat that filth

make my mind a blank