human
Even the tenderer phases of housekeeping, those which are more subtle than mere administration, move steadily toward becoming yours. I will give you an illustration of that. The very children, now no longer always at their mothers' knees, but spread abroad through school and park and playground and street and factory, are now much in your hands, for school and park and playground and street and factory are essentially controlled by you. You are increasingly housekeeper, and even mother. You not only control Working. You also control Living. But who are you, you that now control Living? You are----
gpt
You are the Tired Business Man. Yes, whether manufacturer, financier, scholar, or poet, you are the Tired Business Man. You always were. You still are. You are a fighter still, by nature. You conquer steel and steam--and make a boat that will carry a mountain of ore. You conquer mounds of stock certificates and masses of men--and organize armies for the production of wealth. You conquer knowledge--and write your treatise. You conquer the sources of emotion--and write your poem. Then you're through. You lie down on your mat and go to sleep. To be housekeeper, to be homemaker, to take from each part of life its offerings of value and patiently to weld them into a coherent, livable whole--that is not your faculty. You are a specialist. Produce, produce, produce--a certain thing, a one certain thing, any one certain thing, from corkscrews to madonnas--you can do it. But to make a city a home, to elicit from discordant elements a harmonious total of warm, charming, noble, livable life--you'll never do it, by yourself.
human
Well, she said,
gpt
But they can give their leisure to 'good works' now if they want to,
human
Yes, she said,