When I was twelve years old and Barton, my older brother, was around fifteen, we took over the family basement. At first, I made a darkroom for developing pictures, and Bart was using it as his lab where he was raising about one hundred white rats, removing their thymus glands, and trying to figure out the glands' dysfunction. He wanted pictures taken of his experiment, doing the surgery on rats, and since I already had a darkroom, I took the pictures, though somewhat reluctantly. I didn't like the blood.

What can you conclude about Barton from the excerpt?

He was interested in solving medical mysteries at a rather early age.

He did not understand why Dean would be squeamish about the blood.

He went on to become a very famous and successful doctor.

He had a severe dislike for rats and all other kinds of rodents.

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3 years ago

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