I got up and swayed as I regained my perspective. The room seemed very small.
"Not only for today," I said. "I don't think I should have any more sessions. I don't want to see any more."
He was upset, but he didn't try to talk me out of it. I took my hat and coat and left.
And now—Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames:
"...the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes..."
October 5 — Sitting down to type these reports is difficult, and I can't think with the tape recorder going.
I keep putting it off for most of the day, but I know how important it is, and I've got to do it.
I've told myself I won't have dinner until I sit down and write something—anything.
Professor Nemur sent for me again this morning. He wanted me at the lab for some tests, the kind I used to do.
At first I figured it was only right, because they're still paying me, and it's important I have the record complete,
but when I got down to Beekman and went through it all with Burt, I knew it would be too much for me.
First it was the paper and pencil maze. I remembered how it was before when I learned to do it quickly, and when I raced against Algernon.
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