human
And then I looked at Grant's big rough hands--bony and hairy, and Tom, they told me the whole story of his destiny; just as your soft, effective, gentle white hands prophesy our destiny. Oh, why--why--I am beginning to wonder why, Tom, why things must be so. Why do some of us have to do all the world's rough, hard, soul-killing work, and others of us have lives that are beautiful, aspiring, glorious? How can we let such injustices be, and not try to undo them!
gpt
So that's what that Adams boy is putting in your head! Why do you want to bother with such nonsense?
human
Tom, it's not nonsense. They do work and dig and grind down there in a way which we up here know nothing about. It's real--this--this miserable unfair way things are done in the world. O my dear, my dear, it's because I love you so, it's because I know now what love really is that it hurts to see--