"Let me tell you, though: being the smartest boy in the world wasnâ€™t easy. I didnâ€™t ask for this. I didnâ€™t want this. On the contrary, it was a huge burden. First, there was the task of keeping my brain perfectly protected. My cerebral cortex was a national treasure, a masterpiece of the Sistine Chapel of brains. This was not something that could be treated frivolously. If I could have locked it in a safe, I would have. Instead, I became obsessed with brain damage."