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Asimov explains why there is much more in intelligence than just being able to score high on intelligence tests.
什么是固态硬盘和机械硬盘
What Is Intelligence， Anyway？
Isaac Asimor
What is intelligence， anyway？ When I was in the army I received a kind of aptitude test that all soldiers took and， against a normal of 100， scored 160. No one at the ba had ever en a figure like that and for two hours they made a nig fuss over me. （It didn't mean anything. The next day I was still a buck private with KP as my highest duty.）
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All my life I've been registering scores like that， so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent， and I expect other people to think so， too. Actually， though， don't
such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by the people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine？
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For instance， I had an auto-repair man once， who， on the intelligence tests， could not possibly have scored more than 80， by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet， when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it， watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals， and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.身份证挂失登报
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Well， then， suppo my auto-repair man devid questions for an intelligence test. Or suppo a carpenter did， or a farmer， or， indeed， almost anyone but an academician. By every one of tho tests， I'd prove mylf a moron. And I'd be a moron， too. In a world where I could not u my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard， working with my hands， I would do p
oorly. My intelligence， then， is not absolute. Its worth is determined by the society I live in. Its numerical evaluation is determined by a small subction of that society which has managed to foist itlf on the rest of us as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man， again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raid his head from under the automobile hood to say： "Doc， a deaf-and-dumb guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted， and left. Well， doc， the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppo he asked for them？"
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I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed heartily and said， "Why， you dumb fool， he ud his voice and asked for them." Then he said， smugly， "I've been trying that on all my custo对猪弹琴
mers today." "Did you catch many？" I asked. "Quite a few，" he said， "but I knew for sure I'd catch you." "Why is that？" I asked. "Becau you're so goddamned educated， doc， I know you couldn't be very smart."
And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.
