human
Here's another night full of the torment and terror of the flesh,
gpt
Do you want a drink?
human
The stuff is bitter--but you see--this fear--there's the air and it fills everything--they say it's ten miles high--and a man like myself can't--get enough--you see I'm getting greedy.
gpt
I'd like to ask you to open the window.
human
The night air, she urged;
gpt
If you can't do me so small a favour in my suffering--
human
Forgive me, she said,