Though most of my writing time is spent on notes which I keep in a separate folder,
from time to time I have to put down my moods and thoughts out of sheer habit.
The calculus of intelligence is a fascinating study.
In a sense this is the problem I've been concerned with all my life.
Here is the place for the application of all the knowledge I have acquired.
Time assumes another dimension now—work and absorption in the search for an answer.
The world around me and my past seem far away and distorted, as if time and space were taffy being stretched and looped and twisted out of shape.
The only real things are the cages and the mice and the lab equipment here on the fourth floor of the main building.
There is no night or day. I've got to cram a lifetime of research into a few weeks.
I know I should rest, but I can't until I know the truth about what is happening.
Alice is a great help to me now. She brings me sandwiches and coffee, but she makes no demands.
About my perception: everything is sharp and clear, each sensation heightened and illuminated so that reds and yellows and blues glow.
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