Nothing wrong with that, but it should not be used as an excuse to destroy the stability of language.
Alice called today to find out when I am coming back to work at the lab.
I told her I wanted to finish the projects I had started, and that I was hoping to get permission from the Welberg Foundation for my own special study.
She's right though—I've got to take time into consideration.
Fay still wants to go out dancing all the time.
Last night started out with us drinking and dancing at the
"White Horse Club, and from there to Benny's Hideaway, and then on to the Pink Slipper…and after that I don't remember many of the places, but we danced until I was ready to drop.
My tolerance for liquor must have increased because I was pretty far gone before Charlie made his appearance.
I can only recall him doing a silly tap dance on the stage of the Allakazam Club.
He got a great hand before the manager threw us out, and Fay said everyone thought I was a wonderful comedian and everyone liked my moron act.
"What the hell happened then? I know I strained my back.
I thought it was from all the dancing, but Fay says I fell off the goddamned couch.
Algernon's behavior is becoming erratic again.
Minnie seems to be afraid of him.
July 9
A terrible thing happened today.
Algernon bit Fay.
I had warned her against playing with him, but she always liked to feed him.
Usually when she came into his room, he'd perk up and run to her. Today it was different.
He was at the far side, curled up into a white puff.
When she put her hand in through the top trap door, he cringed and forced himself back into the corner.
She tried to coax him, by opening the barrier to the maze, and before I could tell her to leave him alone, she made the mistake of trying to pick him up.
He bit her thumb. Then he glared at both of us and scurried back into the maze.
We found Minnie at the other end in the reward box.
She was bleeding from a gash in her chest, but she was alive.
As I reached in to take her out Algernon came into the reward box and snapped at me. His teeth caught my sleeve and he hung on until I shook him loose.
He calmed down after that.
I observed him for more than an hour afterward.
He seems listless and confused, and though he still learns new problems without external rewards, his performance is peculiar.
Instead of the careful, determined movements down the maze corridors, his actions are rushed and out of control.
Time and again he turns into a corner too quickly and crashes into a barrier. There is a strange sense of urgency in his behavior.
I hesitate to make a snap judgment.
It could be many things.
But now I've got to get him back to the lab.
"Whether or not I hear from the Foundation about my special grant, I'm going to call Nemur in the morning.
PROGRESS REPORT 15
July 12
Nemur, Strauss, Burt, and a few of the others on the project were waiting for me in the psych office.
They tried to make me feel welcome but I could see how anxious Burt was to take Algernon, and I turned him over.
No one said anything, but I knew that Nemur would not soon forgive me for going over his head and getting in touch with the Foundation.
But it had been necessary.
Before I returned to Beekman, I had to be assured they would permit me to begin an independent study of the project.
Too much time would be wasted if I had to account to Nemur for everything I did.
He had been informed of the Foundation's decision, and my reception was a cold and formal one.
He held out his hand, but there was no smile on his face.
"Charlie," he said, "we're all glad you're back and going to work with us. Jayson called and told me the Foundation was putting you to work on the project.
This staff and the lab are at your disposal.
The computer center has assured us that your work will have priority—and of course if I can help in any way…"
He was doing his utmost to be cordial, but I could see by his face that he was skeptical.
After all, what experience did I have with experimental psychology?