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“I was afraid it would come to this, but I have no patience with her now. I'm jealous of every moment away from the work - impatient with any one who tries to steal my time.”

Quote by Daniel Keyes

Work

Flowers for Algernon

This novel follows the journey of Charlie Gordon, a mentally challenged man who undergoes an experimental surgery to increase his intelligence. The narrative intertwines his personal growth with the development of his relationship with a mouse named Algernon, providing a profound look into the complexities of human nature and societal perceptions. more

Author

Daniel Keyes
Daniel Keyes

Daniel Keyes, born on August 9, 1927, was a renowned American author known for his profound psychological insights and exploration of human nature. His most famous work, 'Flowers for Algernon,' tells the story of a man with intellectual disability who undergoes an operation to increase his intelligence, delving deeply into the complexities of human emotions and morality. Keyes' writing has had a significant impact on contemporary literature, offering both readers and the fields of psychology and sociology valuable insights. more

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