Even in my dullness I knew I was inferior. Other people had something I lacked—something denied me.
In my mental blindness, I had believed it was somehow connected with the ability to read and write,
and I was sure that if I could get those skills I would have intelligence too.
Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.
A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.
This day was good for me. I've got to stop this childish worrying about myself—my past and my future.
Let me give something of myself to others. I've got to use my knowledge and skills to work in the field of increasing human intelligence.
Who is better equipped? Who else has lived in both worlds?
Tomorrow, I'm going to get in touch with the board of directors at the Welberg Foundation
and ask for permission to do some independent work on the project.
If they'll let me, I may be able to help them. I have some ideas.
There is so much that can be done with this technique, if it is perfected.
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