human
You seem fond of your national music,
gpt
It fills me with bewildering memories, she said in a dreamy tone.
human
It seems to recall--it eludes description--some wild, primitive experiences--mountains, mists--I can't express what northern mysteries. It seems almost as if I had lived before, among some ancient Celtic people, and now, when I hear their music--or sometimes when I hear the sound of wind among the pines--whiffs and gusts of something intensely familiar return to me, and I cannot grasp it. It is very bewildering.
gpt
The only thing that happens to me of the kind is that curious sense of having done a thing before. Strange to say, I feel it now. This moment is not new to me.
human
I suppose it is all pre-ordained, she said. He was puzzled, but more hopeful than usual. Hadria might almost have accepted him in sheer absence of mind. He put the thought in different terms. He began to speak more boldly. He gave his view of life and happiness, his philosophy and religion. Hadria lazily agreed. She lay under a singular spell. The bizarre old music smote still upon the ear. She felt as if she were in the thrall of some dream whose events followed one another, as the scenes of a moving panorama unfold themselves before the spectators. Temperley began to plead his cause. Hadria, with a startled look in her eyes, tried to check him. But her will refused to issue a vigorous command. Even had he been hateful to her, which he certainly was not, she felt that she would have been unable to wake out of the nightmare, and resume the conduct of affairs. The sense of the importance of personal events had entirely disappeared. What did it all matter?
gpt
Over us stars and under us graves. The graves would put it all right some day. As for attempting to direct one's fate, and struggle out of the highways of the world--midsummer madness! It was not only the Mrs. Gordons, but the Valeria Du Prels who told one so. Everybody said (but in discreeter terms),
human
Disguise from yourself the solitude by setting up little screens of affections, and little pompous affairs about which you must go busily, and with all the solemnity that you can muster.