human
I have yet another theory, she said--
gpt
She smiled across at him.
human
It is all my very own, too! It is that in their presence among us--among mankind--they unwittingly develop us through thought. Thinking exercises the brain, we are told, and exercising the brain makes for world-advancement--we are told. Then, suddenly,
gpt
I hope you don't think me silly--Mr. Native?
human
Tell me, he asked, after a time,
gpt
Do you really feel that way?
human
I feel that way. But why do I feel that way? What is it? You know what I mean. There is something--there must be!
gpt
I know what you mean--yes, she replied, thoughtfully.
human
Yet I doubt if I myself, even after all these years, can define it. What you 'feel' must be our atmosphere--its rarity, its power to exhilarate. Though that really doesn't explain it. I reckon it's the same thing--only much more healthful, more soulful--that one feels in large cities after nightfall. I mean, the glare of your incandescent lights. I honestly believe that that glare, more than any other single thing, holds throngs of people to an existence not only unnatural, but laden with a something that crushes as well.
gpt
City-dwellers, she explained,
human
What psychology do you find in that?