May 18 I am very disturbed. I saw Miss Kinnian last night for the first time
in over a week. I tried to avoid all discussions of intellectual concepts and to
keep the conversation on a simple, everyday level, but she just stared at me
blankly and asked me what I meant about the mathematical variance equiva-
lent in Dorbermann's Fifth Concerto. .IJ
When I tried to explain she stopped me and laughed. I guess I got angry,
but I suspect I'm approaching her on the wrong level. No matter w~at I try
to discuss with her, I am unable to communicate. I must review Vrostadt's
equations on Levels of Semantic Progression. I find that I don't communicate
with people much any more. Thank God for books and music and things I can
think about. I am alone in my apartment at Mrs. Flynn's boardinghouse most
of the time and seldom speak to anyone.
YOU ARE READING
flowers for Algernon
Science Fictionthis story is not mine I just wrote it on here.
