human
Well, I hope so, she said, which had certainly never been true, for her old formless dreams were no intention--nothing but a mush of discontent.
gpt
I hope I can do something that's nice before I quit, she said. Nor was this hope now independently true, but only this surprising longing to appear interesting in his eyes. To dance before him.
human
What would the folks think of me, going on so?
gpt
You're the stuff,
human
Well!