human
What’s eating you? Norman asked as we drank our coffee.
gpt
Any way I can lend a hand?
human
A woman,
gpt
That lets me out. And after a while he muttered
human
Hell.
gpt
What do you think, I asked—suddenly resolved to get an outside opinion—
human
I don’t think about it at all, he snapped.
gpt
Not nowadays. Time was when I didn’t think of much else. It didn’t do me any good. The times are rotten—out of joint. Everything we do is out of joint—inevitably. Ninety per cent of us want to do what’s right and as it is ninety-nine per cent of us ball things up. I don’t think much of marriage. I tried it once—divorced.
human
I don’t like to talk about it. No use now. It was a miserable affair. I tried to be decent—did all I knew how to make it right. But I guess the girl suffered more than I did—which is one of the reasons why I hate God. Some people tumble into happiness—but it seems luck to me—pure luck.
gpt
What do you think about free love?
human
It’s a contradiction in terms. There’s nothing free about love. It’s tying oneself up in the tightest kind of a knot. A man will not only work his fingers off for the woman he loves—he’ll have his hair cut the way she likes. A person in love doesn’t want to be free. The hell of it is when the slavery continues after the love is dead. Don’t try to free love—what’s needed is the emancipation of the loveless.