human
All right, the angry youth had muttered, tossing on his iron couch,
gpt
And then he had tossed again, and said below his breath,
human
It is not love: it is not. But I must never answer its call; if I do, love is what it will be. My father, my father! would that I could give my whole heart to thee as thou givest all to me!
gpt
Oh, is it, _is it_, selfishness for one's heart just to be hungry and thirsty?