human
After it is all over, he said,
gpt
No, I said,
human
Yes, I shall. Something inside of me argues: Why should you be sorry? Were you not free for a whole afternoon?
gpt
Free?
human
Yes--free. You will not understand. But every day I work, work, work. I have friends, but somehow I can't get to them; I can't even get to my wife. It seems as if a wall hemmed me in, as if I were bound to a rock which I couldn't get away from, I am also afraid. When I am sober I know how to do great things, but I can't do them. After a few glasses--I never take more--I not only know I can do great things, but I feel as though I were really doing them.
gpt
But you never do?
human
No, I never do, but I _feel_ that I can. All the bonds break and the wall falls down and I am free. I can really touch people. I feel friendly and neighbourly.