Peter hesitated, afraid to say the words. Then, "Thomas. I don’t think I can
read. I think I forgot how." As soon as the words left his mouth, his chin began
to tremble. He didn’t remember much about his reading, but he knew it had set
him apart from most other people, from other kids, who were content to be 
consumers of information, not makers of it. It was bad to be so different, but 
it had also made him special. It was something that he knew was his.