human
My head is not like what it was, he said, gesticulating for want of expressive phrases.
gpt
It's not like what it was. There is a sort of oppression, a weight. No--not drowsiness, would God it were! It is like a shadow, a deep shadow falling suddenly and swiftly across something busy. Spin, spin into the darkness. The tumult of thought, the confusion, the eddy and eddy. I can't express it. I can hardly keep my mind on it--steadily enough to tell you.
human
Don't trouble, old chap, said Isbister.
gpt
I think I can understand. At any rate, it don't matter very much just at present about telling me, you know.
human
Come down to my room, he said,
gpt
Come in with me, said Isbister,
human
I don't drink, he said slowly, coming up the garden path, and after a moment's interval repeated absently,
gpt
No--I don't drink. It goes round. Spin, it goes--spin--