human
Well, I'm taking it easy enough this morning, in your sweet society, Marian, he rejoined,
gpt
What is? My society?
human
That, of course. Understood. Didn't need specifying. But--all this, with a wave of the arm that caused the sugar-birds to dart away in terror and a couple of flashes of sheeny light, a result he certainly had not intended,
gpt
All this. To lounge here at ease like this, literally bathed in the scent of flowers, with a sound of running water in one's ears, and of bird life, animal life, every sort of life, after the dead, burnt-up, famine-stricken waste, watching day after day, month after month, for the rain that doesn't come--seeing one's stock snuffing out like flies with daily increasing regularity. Bah! It's enough to drive a man mad.
human
Why don't you give it up, Renshaw? Sell off your place and come and try this part? Chris is always saying you could do much better somewhere down here.
gpt
And Chris is right. But selling off is easier said than done, let me tell you. No one will so much as look at land investment up there-- and--I'm about cleaned out. As soon as I've picked up a little more in form I'm off up country again. The interior. It's the only thing left.