I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.

Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed.

I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.

I can't help but admire the structural linguists who have carved out for themselves a linguistic discipline based on the deterioration of written communication. Another case of men devoting their lives to studying more and more about less and less - filling volumes and libraries with the subtle linguistic analysis of the grunt.

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.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.