human
I have combined chlorine and nitrogen, he rhapsodised;
gpt
I have analysed endless substances. I have analysed tears! Tears are nothing more than phosphate of lime, chloride of sodium, mucus, and water.
human
You horrify me, she said,
gpt
Spiritualised matter, given off, replied Claes;
human
You trespass on God! Josephine exclaimed impatiently.
gpt
You deny God! Ah, God has a force which you will never exercise!
human
What is that?
gpt
Motion. Analysis is one thing, creation is another, she said. Her pleadings were successful. Balthazar abandoned his researches, and the family removed to the country. He was awakened by his wife's love to the knowledge that he had brought his fortune to the verge of ruin. He promised to abandon his experiments. As some amends, he threw himself into preparations for a great ball at the Maison Claes in honour of his wedding day. The festivity was saddened by the news of disaster to the Grand Army at Beresina. One of the letters that arrived that day was from the Polish officer, dying of his wounds, who sent Claes, as a legacy, some of his ideas for discovering the Absolute. No one danced; the fête was gloomy; only Marguerite shone like a lovely flower on the anxious company. When the guests departed, Balthazar showed Josephine the letter from the Pole. She did everything a woman could do to distract his thoughts. She made the home life enchanting. She entertained. She introduced the movement of the world into the great house. In vain. Her husband's _ennui_ was terrible to behold.
human
I release you from your promise,