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Eric Bernt
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January 27 - February 15, 2019
It seems that for success in science and art, a dash of autism is essential. For success, the necessary ingredient may be an ability to turn away from the everyday world, from the simply practical, an ability to rethink a subject with originality so as to create in new untrodden ways. —Hans Asperger, 1944
truth. Eddie, like most with Asperger profiles, experienced a complete range of feelings, but had considerable difficulty identifying or discussing them.
If only there were an emotional Google Translate app for those living with autism. Perhaps one day someone would invent such an app—someone on the high-functioning end of the spectrum, diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. One of the group that Hans Asperger first labeled in 1944 as “little professors.”
Most every major university had at least one covert operation stationed on its campus. Some had over a dozen. Institutions of higher learning made perfect covers, and operations could run for years without ever drawing attention to themselves.
While depression and other psychological issues were common among people with autism, it was rare for someone on the spectrum to commit suicide.
The notion of the American Heritage Foundation had been born shortly after the Kennedy assassination and cemented during Watergate. American politics was out of control. The system had run amok. The Great American Experiment of democracy was on the verge of collapsing under its own weight, and somebody had to do something.
You can find twenty-six other people you could trust with your life. You cannot find two hundred and twenty-six.
technology. One man with $10,000 of technology today could do what one hundred men with $50 million of equipment back in 1975 often couldn’t.
If kings could select their princes instead of simply bearing them,
he was trying to process the notion of walking nowhere in particular.
“We are doing one thing, but we’re really doing a lot more than that.”
They readied their cell phones to snap pictures or tweet the news. Some didn’t even bother to wait, and speculated on the proceedings. If they guessed right, they might even become famous. Sadly, no one was ever punished for being wrong these days. And no one was rewarded for coming in second. All anyone cared about was breaking a story, whether they broke the right one or not.
Birds don’t use expressions. They never expect me to interpret what they mean, so I never feel confused or embarrassed around them.
