If I could be made into a genius, what about the more than five million mentally retarded in the United States?
What about the countless millions all over the world, and those yet unborn destined to be retarded?
What fantastic levels might be achieved by using this technique on normal people.
On geniuses? There are so many doors to open I am impatient to apply my own knowledge and skills to the problem.
I've got to make them all see that this is something important for me to do.
I'm sure the Foundation will grant me permission. But I can't be alone any more.
I have to tell Alice about it.
June 25 — I called Alice today. I was nervous, and I must have sounded incoherent, but it was good to hear her voice, and she sounded happy to hear from me.
She agreed to see me, and I took a taxi uptown, impatient at the slowness with which we moved.
Before I could knock, she opened the door and threw her arms around me.
"Charlie, we've been so worried about you. I had horrible visions of you dead in an alleyway, or wandering around skid row with amnesia.
Why didn't you let us know you were all right? You could have done that."
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