I stood up and closed my eyes and saw Charlie—myself—six or seven years old,
sitting at the dinner table with a schoolbook, learning to read,
saying the words over and over with my mother sitting beside him, beside me... "Try it again."
"See Jack. See Jack run. See Jack see." "No! Not See Jack see! It's Run Jack run!"
Pointing with her rough-scrubbed finger. "See Jack. See Jack run. Run Jack see."
"No! You're not trying. Do it again!" Do it again... do it again... do it again...
"Leave the boy alone. You've got him terrified." "He's got to learn. He's too lazy to concentrate."
Run Jack run... run Jack run... run Jack run... run Jack run...
"He's slower than the other children. Give him time."
"He's normal. There's nothing wrong with him. Just lazy. I'll beat it into him until he learns."
Run Jack run... run Jack run... run Jack run... run Jack run...
And then looking up from the table, it seems to me I saw myself, through Charlie's eyes, holding Paradise Lost,
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