I still don"t know what it"s all about, but he said even if I don"t understand my dreams or memories or why I have them, some time in the future they"re all going to connect up, and I"ll learn more about myself. He said the important thing is to find out what those people in my memories are saying. It"s all about me when I was a boy and I"ve got to remember what happened.
I never knew about these things before. It"s like if I get intelligent enough I"ll understand all the words in my mind, and I"ll know about those boys standing in the hallway, and about my Uncle Herman and my parents. But what he means is then I"m going to feel bad about it all and I might get sick in my mind.
So I"ve got to come into his office twice a week now to talk about the things that bother me. We just sit there, and I talk, and Dr. Strauss listens. It"s called therapy, and that means talking about things will make me feel better. I told him one of the things that bothers me is about women.
Like dancing with that girl Ellen got me all excited. So we talked about it and I got a funny feeling while I was talking, cold and sweaty, and a buzzing inside my head and I thought I was going to throw up. Maybe because I always thought it was dirty and bad to talk about that. But Dr. Strauss said what happened to me after the party was a wet dream, and it"s a natural thing that happens to boys.
So even if I"m getting intelligent and learning a lot of new things, he thinks I"m still a boy about women. It"s confusing, but I"m going to find out all about my life.
April 15-I"m reading a lot these days and almost everything is staying in my mind. Besides history and geography and arithmetic, Miss Kinnian says I should start learning foreign languages. Prof. Nemur gave me some more tapes to play while I sleep. I still don"t know how the conscious and unconscious mind works, but Dr. Strauss says not to worry yet. He made me promise that when I start learning college subjects in a couple of weeks I won"t read any books on psychology-that is, until he gives me permission. He says it will confuse me and make me think about psychological theories instead of about my own ideas and feelings. But it"s okay to read novels. This week I read The Great Gatsby, An American Tragedy, The Great Gatsby, An American Tragedy, and and Look Homeward, Angel. Look Homeward, Angel. I never knew about men and women doing things like that. I never knew about men and women doing things like that.
April 16-I feel a lot better today, but I"m still angry that all the time people were laughing and making fun of me.
When I become intelligent the way Prof. Nemur says, with much more than twice my I.Q. of 70, then maybe people will like me and be my friends.
I"m not sure what I.Q. is anyway. Prof. Nemur said it was something that measured how intelligent you were-like a scale in the drugstore weighs pounds. But Dr. Strauss had a big argument with him and said an I.Q. didn"t weigh weigh intelligence at all. He said an I.Q. showed how much intelligence you could get, like the numbers on the outside of a measuring cup. You still had to fill the cup up with stuff. intelligence at all. He said an I.Q. showed how much intelligence you could get, like the numbers on the outside of a measuring cup. You still had to fill the cup up with stuff.
When I asked Burt Seldon, who gives me my intelligence tests and works with Algernon, he said that some people would say both of them were wrong and according to the things he"s been reading up on, the I.Q. measures a lot of different things including some of the things you learned already and it really isn"t a good measure of intelligence at all.
So I still don"t know what I.Q. is, and everybody says it"s something different. Mine is about a hundred now, and it"s going to be over a hundred and fifty soon, but they"ll still have to fill me up with the stuff. I didn"t want to say anything, but I don"t see how if they don"t know what what it is, or it is, or where where it is-how they know it is-how they know how much how much of it you"ve got. of it you"ve got.
Prof Nemur says I have to take a Rorschach Test Rorschach Test the day after tomorrow. I wonder what that is. the day after tomorrow. I wonder what that is.
April 17-I had a nightmare last night, and this morning, after I woke up, I free-a.s.sociated the way Dr. Strauss told me to do when I remember my dreams. Think about the dream and just let my mind wander until other thoughts come up in my mind. I keep on doing that until my mind goes blank. Dr. Strauss says that it means I"ve reached a point where my subconscious is trying to block my conscious from remembering. It"s a wall between the present and the past. Sometimes the wall stays up and sometimes it breaks down and I can remember what"s behind it.
Like this morning.
The dream was about Miss Kinnian reading my progress reports. In the dream I sit down to write but I can"t write or read any more. It"s all gone. I get frightened so I ask Gimpy at the bakery to write for me. But when Miss Kinnian reads the report she gets angry and tears the pages up because they"ve got dirty words in them.
When I get home Prof. Nemur and Dr. Strauss are waiting for me and they give me a beating for writing dirty things in the progress report. When they leave me I pick up the torn pages but they turn into lace valentines with blood all over them.
It was a horrible dream but I got out of bed and wrote it all down and then I started to free a.s.sociate.
Bakery ... baking ... the urn ... someone kicking me ... fall down ... b.l.o.o.d.y all over ... writing ... big pencil on a red valentine ... a little gold heart ... a locket ... a chain ... all covered with blood ... and he"s laughing at me...
The chain is from a locket ... spinning around ... flashing the sunlight into my eyes. And I like to watch it spin ... watch the chain ... all bunched up and twisting and spinning ... and a little girl is watching me.
Her name is Miss Kin-I mean Harriet. "
Harriet ... Harriet ... we all love Harriet."
And then there"s nothing. It"s blank again.
Miss Kinnian reading my progress reports over my shoulder.
Then we"re at the Adult Center for the r.e.t.a.r.ded, and she"s reading over my shoulder as I write my composishuns compositions. compositions.
School changes into P.S. 13 and I"m eleven years old and Miss Kinnian is eleven years old too, but now she"s not Miss Kinnian. She"s a little girl with dimples and long curls and her name is Harriet. We all love Harriet. It"s Valentines Day.
I remember...
I remember what happened at P.S. 13 and why they had to change my school and send me to P.S. 222. It was because of Harriet.
I see Charlie-eleven years old. He has a little gold-color locket he once found in the street. There"s no chain, but he has it on a string, and he likes to twirl the locket so that it bunches up the string, and then watch it unwind, spinning around with the sun flicking into his eyes.
Sometimes when the kids play catch they let him play in the middle and he tries to get the ball before one of them catches it. He likes to be in the middle-even if he never catches the ball-and once when Hymie Roth dropped the ball by mistake and he picked it up they wouldn"t let him throw it but he had to go in the middle again.
When Harriet pa.s.ses by, the boys stop playing and look at her. All the boys love Harriet. When she shakes her head her curls bounce up and down, and she has dimples. Charlie doesn"t know why they make such a fuss about a girl and why they always want to talk to her (he"d rather play ball or kick-the-can, or ringo-levio than talk to a girl) but all the boys are in love with Harriet so he is in love with her too.
She never teases him like the other kids, and he does tricks for her. He walks on the desks when the teacher isn"t there. He throws erasers out the window, scribbles all over the blackboard and walls. And Harriet always screeches and giggles, "Oh, lookit Charlie. Ain"t he funny? Oh, ain"t he silly?"
It"s Valentine"s Day, and the boys are talking about valentines they"re going to give Harriet, so Charlie says, "I"m gonna give Harriet a valentime too."
They laugh and Barry says, "Where you gonna get a valentime?"
"I"m gonna get her a pretty one. You"ll see."
But he doesn"t have any money for a valentine, so he decides to give Harriet his locket that is heart-shaped like the valentines in the store windows. That night he takes tissue paper from his mother"s drawer, and it takes a long time to wrap and tie it with a piece of red ribbon. Then he takes it to Hymie Roth the next day during lunch period in school and asks Hymie to write on the paper for him.
He tells Hymie to write: "Dear Harriet, I think you are the most prettiest girl in the whole world. I like you very much and I love you. I want you to be my valentime. Your friend, Charlie Gordon."
Hymie prints very carefully in large letters on the paper, laughing all the time, and he tells Charlie, "Boy, this will knock her eyes out. Wait"ll she sees this."
Charlie is scared, but he wants to give Harriet that locket, so he follows her home from school and waits until she goes into her house. Then he sneaks into the hall and hangs the package on the inside of the doork.n.o.b. He rings the bell twice and runs across the street to hide behind the tree.
When Harriet comes down she looks around to see who rang the bell. Then she sees the package. She takes it and goes upstairs. Charlie goes home from school and he gets a spanking because he took the tissue paper and ribbon out of his mother"s drawer without telling her. But he doesn"t care. Tomorrow Harriet will wear the locket and tell all the boys he gave it to her. Then they"ll see.
The next day he runs all the way to school, but it"s too early. Harriet isn"t there yet, and he"s excited.
But when Harriet comes in she doesn"t even look at him. She isn"t wearing the locket. And she looks sore.
He does all kinds of things when Mrs. Janson isn"t watching: He makes funny faces. He laughs out loud. He stands up on his seat and wiggles his f.a.n.n.y. He even throws a piece of chalk at Harold. But Harriet doesn"t look at him even once. Maybe she forgot. Maybe she"ll wear it tomorrow. She pa.s.ses by in the hallway, but when he comes over to ask her she pushes past him without saying a word.
Down in the schoolyard her two big brothers are waiting for him.
Gus pushes him. "You little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, did you write this dirty note to my sister?"
Charlie says he didn"t write any dirty notes. "I just gave her a valentime."
Oscar who was on the football team before he graduated from high school grabs Charlie"s shirt and tears off two b.u.t.tons. "You keep away from my kid sister, you degenerate. You don"t belong in this school anyway."
He pushes Charlie over to Gus who catches him by the throat. Charlie is scared and starts to cry.
Then they start to hurt him. Oscar punches him in the nose, and Gus knocks him on the ground and kicks him in the side and then both of them kick him, one and then the other, and some of the other kids in the yard-Charlie"s friends-come running screaming and clapping hands: "Fight! Fight! They"re beating up Charlie!"
His clothes are torn and his nose is bleeding and one of his teeth is broken, and after Gus and Oscar go away he sits on the sidewalk and cries. The blood tastes sour. The other kids just laugh and shout: "Charlie got a licking! Charlie got a licking!" And then Mr. Wagner, one of the caretakers from the school, comes and chases them away. He takes Charlie into the boys" room and tells him to wash off the blood and dirt from his face and hands before he goes back home....
I guess I was pretty dumb because I believed what people told me. I shouldn"t have trusted Hymie or anyone.
I never remembered any of this before today, but it came back to me after I thought about the dream. It has something to do with the feeling about Miss Kinnian reading my progress reports. Anyway, I"m glad now I don"t have to ask anyone to write things for me. Now I can do it for myself.
But I just realized something. Harriet never gave me back my locket.
April 18-I found out what a Rorschach is. It"s the test with the inkblots, the one I took before the operation. As soon as I saw what it was, I got frightened. I knew Burt was going to ask me to find the pictures, and I knew I wouldn"t be able to. I was thinking, if only there was some way of knowing what kind of pictures were hidden there. Maybe there weren"t any pictures at all. Maybe it was just a trick to see if I was dumb enough to look for something that wasn"t there. Just thinking about it made me sore at him.
"All right, Charlie," he said, "you"ve seen these cards before, remember?"
"Of course, I remember."
The way I said it, he knew I was angry, and he looked up at me surprised.
"Anything wrong, Charlie?"
"No, nothing"s wrong. Those inkblots upset me."
He smiled and shook his head. "Nothing to be upset about. This is just one of the standard personality tests. Now I want you to look at this card. What might this be? What do you see on this card? People see all sorts of things in these inkblots. Tell me what it might be for you-what it makes you think of."
I was shocked. I stared at the card and then at him. That wasn"t what I had expected him to say at all. "You mean there are no pictures hidden in those inkblots?"
Burt frowned and took off his gla.s.ses. "What?"
"Pictures! Hidden in the inkblots! Last time you told me that everyone could see them and you wanted me to find them too."
"No, Charlie. I couldn"t have said that."
"What do you mean?" I shouted at him. Being so afraid of the inkblots had made me angry at myself and at Burt too. "That"s what you said to me. Just because you"re smart enough to go to college doesn"t mean you have to make fun of me. I"m sick and tired of everybody laughing at me."
I don"t recall ever being so angry before. I don"t think it was at Burt himself, but suddenly everything exploded. I tossed the Rorschach cards on the table and walked out. Professor Nemur was pa.s.sing by in the hall, and when I rushed past him without saying h.e.l.lo he knew something was wrong. He and Burt caught up with me as I was about to go down in the elevator.
"Charlie," said Nemur, grabbing my arm. "Wait a minute. What is this all about?"
I shook free and nodded at Burt. "I"m sick and tired of people making fun of me. That"s all. Maybe before I didn"t know any better, but now I do, and I don"t like it."
"n.o.body"s making fun of you here, Charlie," said Nemur.
"What about the inkblots? Last time Burt told me there were pictures in the ink-that everyone could see, and I-"
"Look, Charlie, would you like to hear the exact words Burt said to you, and your answers as well? We have a tape-recording of that testing session. We can replay it and let you hear exactly what was said."
I went back with them to the psych office with mixed feelings. I was sure they had made fun of me and tricked me when I was too ignorant to know better. My anger was an exciting feeling, and I didn"t give it up easily. I was ready to fight.
As Nemur went to the files to get the tape, Burt explained: "Last time, I used almost the exact words I used today. It"s a requirement of these tests that the procedure be the same each time it"s administered."
"I"ll believe that when I hear it."
A look pa.s.sed between them. I felt the blood rush to my face again. They were laughing at me. But then I realized what I had just said, and hearing myself I understood the reason for the look. They weren"t laughing. They knew what was happening to me. I had reached a new level, and anger and suspicion were my first reactions to the world around me.
Burt"s voice boomed over the tape recorder:
"Now I want you to look at this card, Charlie. What might this be? What do you see on this card? People see all kinds of things in these inkblots. Tell me what it makes you think of..."
The same words, almost the same tone of voice he had used minutes ago in the lab. And then I heard my answers-childish, impossible things. And I dropped limply into the chair beside Professor Nemur"s desk. "Was that really me?"
I went back to the lab with Burt, and we went on with the Rorschach. We went through the cards slowly. This time my responses were different. I "saw" things in the inkblots. A pair of bats tugging at each other. Two men fencing with swords. I imagined all sorts of things. But even so, I found myself not trusting Burt completely any more. I kept turning the cards around, checking the backs to see if there was anything there I was supposed to catch.
I peeked, while he was making his notes. But it was all in code that looked like this:
WF + A DdF-Ad orig. WF-A SF + obj
The test still doesn"t make sense. It seems to me that anyone could make up lies about things he didn"t really see. How could they know I wasn"t making fools of them by saying things I didn"t really imagine?
Maybe I"ll understand it when Dr. Strauss lets me read up on psychology. It"s getting harder for me to write down all my thoughts and feelings because I know that people are reading them. Maybe it would be better if I could keep some of these reports private for a while. I"m going to ask Dr. Strauss. Why should it suddenly start to bother me?