human
To think what marvels o' happiness be in store for us, Clem, my awn!
gpt
Yes--not more than we deserve, either. God knows, if there 's any justice, it was your turn and mine to come by a little of the happiness that falls to the lot of men and women.
human
I doan't see how highest heaven's gwaine to be better than our married life, so long as you love me.
gpt
Heaven! Don't compare them. What's eternity if you're half a ghost, half a bird? That's the bribe thrown out,--to be a cold-blooded, perfect thing, and passionless as a musical box. Give me hot blood that flows and throbs; give me love, and a woman's breast to lean on. One great day on earth, such as this has been, is better than a million ages of sexless perfection in heaven. A vain reward it was that Christ offered. It seemed highest perfection to Him, doubtless; but He judged the world by Himself. The Camel-driver was wiser. He promised actual, healthy flesh in paradise--flesh that should never know an ache or pain--eternal flesh, and the joys of it. We can understand that, but where's the joy of being a spirit? I cling to the flesh I have, for I know that Nature will very soon want back the dust she has lent me.