human
And how did you enjoy yourself?
gpt
I? asked Erika, with a contemptuous depression of the corners of her mouth.
human
How could I enjoy myself in an assemblage where there was nothing talked of but love?
gpt
Yes, it was rather a silly way to pass the time, I confess. I cannot conceive why they waste so many words upon what is perfectly plain to any one with eyes. They grope about, and no one explains in the least the nature of love. She threw back her head, and, without for an instant losing the slightly mocking smile which was so characteristic of her beautiful old face, she said,
human
Love is an irritation of the fancy, produced by certain natural conditions, which expresses itself, so long as it lasts, in the exclusive glorification of one single individual, and robs the human being who is its victim of all power of discernment. All things considered, those people are very lucky who, when the torch of passion is extinguished, can find anything save humiliation in the memory of their love.