human
There is no fault with that dear child, she said;
gpt
Sweet Mother--the 'might-have-beens' make faincants of men. It is not love--but duty that calleth me. _There is no choice._ Where is thine honorable teaching?
human
Bethink thee, Aluisi, of this post of dignity in France--a place of power--of service to thy country. How sayest thou 'there is no choice'?
gpt
Mother--when our stars have ordered otherwise--there is no more to it than that--why then--if men lack strength to bend their wills to meet their destiny,--it is not as they will,--it is not as their honor wills--but far otherwise. And theirs the fault.