human
George, he said,
gpt
I've decided to stay on here for another season's gorilla hunting.
human
You're mad!
gpt
All actions worth while appear stupid to the timid and cautious,
human
I won't quibble with you. All I want to know is why are you doing it? WHY? . . .
gpt
It's a kink in me, George. The glamour of Corisco--the joy of the chase--the dangers and excitements--the BIGNESS of it all, compared with the quiet, suburban respectability awaiting me in England or even America. . . . I want to live--while I'm still alive. I want the candle to burn not only at both ends, but brilliantly. As Kipling has it, let me 'fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run.' I must live. To vegetate would be to annihilate myself. I should--burst! . . . Let me die with my boots on, George!