3385. Once they tested his reading speed and it was one thousand two hundred words per minute. That was his speed because that was as fast as the machine could go. I didn’t believe it however, and I tested him myself with a Readers Digest, at the kitchen table.
3386. He would read the Reader’s Digest like another person would look at a picture book, then he would answer any sort of question you might put to him about what he had read. Having read so much his head was full of all sorts of ideas, and just a week before he had read “The History of Philosophy” by Bernard Russell.
3387. Then, after he would read something like that, he would ridicule me by showing me how stupid I was because of the numerous dumb things he thought I believed. So, like Jimmy, I decided to trip Bluto up in the same way my brother would do to me.