human
Go on, Joyce said, impatiently glancing at the clock as if her time were short.
gpt
Please go on. It doesn't matter about that. What was before, and--and what must come, now?
human
It does matter, Gaston came back.
gpt
It was that determination of mine not to be finished by that phase of my life, that left strength in me to be halfway decent since. I only meant to regain my health up here. I meant to go back to the life I had deserted and make good before them all--but something happened.
human
Yes.
gpt
You see it was this way. There were a lot of people--but only four mattered. My mother, my brother, the girl and her father.