For some reason, this story has stuck with me since 8th grade. It shows the limits of logic.
Max Shulman: Love is a Fallacy
Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute—I was all of these.
My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, precise as a chemist’s scales, as penetrating as a
scalpel. And—think of it!—I only eighteen.It is not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Bellows,
my roommate at the university. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice
enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable.
Impressionable...
3 comments:
Great story! Be careful what you wish for!
Thank you for posting this. I read the story fifty-odd years ago and have told a few people about it over the years, but I could never remember the author or the title. I am delighted.
I always feel the same delight when something like that happens. My wife and daughter-in-law are both children's librarians, and both have the question themselves or get that question from others. "I remember that the cover had a dog on it, and I think it was red."
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