Intelligence is something that has always been valued, and highly respected, as far back as records go. It is often thought being intelligent means that you are the most insightful, successful, and productive of all people. But rarely do those things and intelligence alone create happiness. Compared to happiness, intelligence seems almost material.

"Now I'm more alone than ever before," Charlie Gordon, April 30th. At this point in the story, Charlie's intelligence level already exceeded that of his teacher, and of his doctors. He had been fired from his job at the factory, and he had nobody to relate to. He had nobody. Is that right there not proof enough that intelligence does not create happiness? I could have an IQ exceeding 200 and be the loneliest man in the world. I could bury myself in my work, shut out everybody else, or not take advantage of my intelligence...