“I Fought The Devil and Won” EXERPT
Adam was glad it was once again Friday. He thought of exposing his awareness of the Dalton letter to his parents and requesting a change of schools, but he kept butting against the same grim realization. His wretched performance, no matter how agile his mind might be, would never suffice to make such a change possible. And the letter was two years old.
He might not be able to keep up at Dalton, even if he was interested. Maybe, he thought, there is something wrong with my mind. It thinks but it has severe resistances.
Adam could not stomach arithmetic. He could not comprehend the intricacies of science. He accepted things he could not understand. He recognized the value of fluency in a language. He knew the utility of having a vocabulary. He had language naturally. He could learn best by reading on his own. He could learn by talking if there was someone to talk to.
