human
No, he said.
gpt
Certainly not a portrait of my wife. Not even to please you. And that is saying much.
human
I know, and it is my fault,
gpt
Your fault? No! But it is not mine.
human
It is my fault, said Francesca, still very white, and staring at the brick floor.
gpt
I have seen it. I could not speak of it. You are unhappy--miserable. Your life is ruined, and I have done it. I!