"Now that's what I call something. Oh, you wait. You're going to be the smartest boy on your block before we're through with you."
Charlie flushes with pleasure at this praise and attention.
It is not often that people smile at him and tell him he has done something well.
Even the terror of the machine, and of being strapped down to the table, begins to fade.
"On the whole block?" The thought fills him as if he cannot take enough air into his lungs no matter how he tries.
"Even smarter than Hymie?" Guarino smiles again and nods. "Smarter than Hymie."
Charlie looks at the machine with new wonder and respect.
The machine will make him smarter than Hymie who lives two doors away and knows how to read and write and is in the Boy Scouts.
"Is that your machine?" "Not yet. It belongs to the bank. But soon it'll be mine,
and then I'll be able to make lots of boys like you smart."
He pats Charlie's head and says, "You're a lot nicer than some of the normal kids
whose mothers bring them here hoping I can make geniuses out of them by raising their I.Q.'s."
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