human
What is the matter, my love?
gpt
I am weary, bored, bored to death, my dear,
human
You will get accustomed to it. O happy hours! If this lasted much longer, we could not endure it!
gpt
Does your Highness call this happiness? observed Migajas.
human
What coldness, what emptiness, what rigidity!
gpt
The after-taste of human things still lingers in your soul, and you are still a slave to the views of your depraved human senses. Pacorrito, I shall have to implore you to control these paroxysms, or you will be the demoralization and destruction of every living doll.
human
Life! life! blood! heat! shouted Migajas, in despair, gesticulating like a maniac.
gpt
What is happening to me?
human
You are mine, forever, forever, through time everlasting!
gpt
It is time! it is time!