human
Paula,
gpt
Tell me the things that life has given you, he said,
human
If I am rich, she said,
gpt
Yes, he said,
human
Please, she said,
gpt
Paula, he said,
human
Yes,
gpt
Why were you so unpractical?
human
I have done for some one (even for you, perhaps) what I have never done for myself; she was smiling.
gpt
I will tell you a story. There was once a man who loved me. He was born with everything--a marvellous name, great riches, beauty, a magnetic quality that I have never seen equalled. I always reproached him with having added nothing to his inheritance--no glory--no achievement--'I have spent,' he would say, shrugging his shoulders. 'Wasted,' I retorted tartly. 'If you like. I have never admitted my past or my future as barriers--or even frontiers--to my actions. I have lived without forethought or arrière pensée--without the weakness of regrets or the stinginess of precautions,' and then he turned to me--his eyes were half shut and his voice was muffled as if a flood were battering on the door of his dispassionateness, 'I have had everything in life except you,' he said. I smiled at him, a little sadly, a little cynically. 'It is I who have given you the greatest gift,' I said. 'I have given you a regret and an illusion. Vous avez donc tout eu.' That night he killed himself.
human
And you, Paula, did you feel a murderess?
gpt
No, a saviour.