Flowers for Algernon

by Daniel Keyes

Unless I forgive her, I will have nothing.

Does he fear seeing God? Or seeing nothing?

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

All the barriers were gone. I had unwound the string she had given me, and found my way out of the labyrinth to where she was waiting.

Anyway I bet Im the frist dumb persen in the world who found out some thing inportent for sience.