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September
17
Becoming
absent
minded
.
Put
things
away
on
my
desk
or
in
the
drawers
of
the
lab
tables
,
and
when
I
can
’
t
find
them
I
lose
my
temper
and
flare
up
at
everyone
.
First
signs
?
Algernon
died
two
days
ago
.
I
found
him
at
four
thirty
in
the
morning
when
I
came
back
to
the
lab
after
wandering
around
down
at
the
waterfront
—
on
his
side
,
stretched
out
in
the
corner
of
his
cage
.
As
if
he
were
run
ning
in
his
sleep
.
Dissection
shows
that
my
predictions
were
right
.
Compared
to
the
normal
brain
,
Algernon
’
s
had
decreased
in
weight
and
there
was
a
general
smoothing
out
of
the
cerebral
convolutions
as
well
as
a
deepening
and
broaden
ing
of
brain
fissures
.
It
’
s
frightening
to
think
that
the
same
thing
might
be
happening
to
me
right
now
.
Seeing
it
happen
to
Algernon
makes
it
real
.
For
the
first
time
,
I
’
m
afraid
of
the
future
.
I
put
Algernon
’
s
body
into
a
small
metal
container
and
took
him
home
with
me
.
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
let
them
dump
him
into
the
incinerator
.
It
’
s
foolish
and
sentimental
,
but
late
last
night
I
buried
him
in
the
back
yard
.
I
wept
as
I
put
a
bunch
of
wild
flowers
on
the
grave
.
September
21
I
’
m
going
to
Marks
Street
to
visit
my
mother
tomorrow
.
A
dream
last
night
triggered
off
a
se
quence
of
memories
,
lit
up
a
whole
slice
of
the
past
and
the
important
thing
is
to
get
it
down
on
paper
quickly
before
I
forget
it
because
I
seem
to
forget
things
sooner
now
.
It
has
to
do
with
my
mother
,
and
now
—
more
than
ever
—
I
want
to
understand
her
,
to
know
what
she
was
like
and
why
she
acted
the
way
she
did
.
I
mustn
’
t
hate
her
.
I
’
ve
got
to
come
to
terms
with
her
before
I
see
her
so
that
I
won
’
t
act
harshly
or
foolishly
.
