Flowers for Algernon

by Daniel Keyes

What’s right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn’t help me solve a problem like this.

intelligence and education that hasn’t been tempered by human affection isn’t worth a damn.”

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

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