Read Flowers for Algernon again the other day while battling the usual insomnia. It wrenched at my guts again, just the way it had an year ago when I'd first read it. Its amazing that in such a short story the author has managed to weave the whole dilemma about "intelligence". It something I've thought about and agonised over so much in the past 6-7 years. The perennial questions with no answers..
What is intelligence?
What is motivation?
What is knowledge?
Why do people fear it?
Why is there so much anger & frustration?
And of course.. What is the cost of it all?
It a beautifully written story, a first person account of a persons journey to "intelligence" and back. Maybe I should find out more stuff written by the author Daniel Keyes.