human
I know all that, perfectly well. And I know the open Atlantic lies a mile or two below us, in the empty night. Nevertheless, you shall not learn my name. All I shall tell you is this--that I am really an aviator. 'Aviatrix' I despise. I served as 'Captain Alden' for eight months on the Italian front and twenty-one months on the Western. I am an ace. And--
gpt
Never mind about all that! the Master interrupted, raising his hand.
human
You are a woman! You are here under false colors. You gained admission to this Legion by means of false statements--
gpt
Ah, no, pardon me! Did I ever claim to be a man?
human
The impression you gave was false, and was calculated to be so. This is mere quibbling. A lie can be acted more effectively than spoken. All things considered, your life--
gpt
Is forfeited, of course. I understand that perfectly well. And that means two things, as direct corollaries. First, that you lose a trained flyer and a woman with Red Cross training; a woman you may sorely need before this expedition is done. Second, you deny a human being who is just as eager as you are for life and the spice of adventure, just as hungry for excitement as you or any man here--you deny me all this, everything, just because a stupid accident of birth made me a woman!
human
A man's world! That's what this world is called; that's what it is! And you--of all men--are living down to that idea! You--_the Master!_