3384. I may have been only thirteen, but I knew
something about arguments and the use of logic. The reason was because of my brother.
You may remember that I mentioned that he was two years older than I, and was
so smart that they had to get special tests for him, because the regular ones
were too easy for him.
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.
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