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Show •303 to make your mark? I could do nearly anything, but I don' t want to waste time-I want to get right into what's most important." His upside-down face was full of seriousness. "Don't I sound conceited? But I'm not. I really can do anything I decide to do. You believe me, don't you Buck?" "I believe you," I said. "Should I be a physicist or should I be a poet?" "That's crazy. You can't decide like that. And for God's sake come down; you're making me dizzy." Signs of craziness? All his talk would have been megalomania if it had come from the average man, but my little brother really was a superior human being-the usual rules didn't apply. How do you judge such a person? He didn't seem crazy to me at all. Thinking: why of course he isn't; we were worried about nothing, I felt a sudden lightening of my heart. "Everything's going to be all right," I cried out. Carlo looked at me curiously. "Why shouldn't it be all right?" he said. I asked myself the same question. I already saw him graduating from Harvard or from M.I.T., my little brother capering in cap and gown on those respectable lawns; he'd probably make it summa cum laude, the genius in the family, the best of all the Skinners. "Did you ever read Paradise Lost?" Carlo said. |