human
But Mary, I said looking at her colorless delicate face,
gpt
You know I love you, Stevenage, she said.
human
You know.
gpt
But if two people love one another, they want to be always together, they want to belong to each other.
human
Stevenage, she said after one of those steadfast pauses of hers,
gpt
I want to belong to myself.
human
Naturally,
gpt
Why should one have to tie oneself always to one other human being? she asked.
human
Why must it be like that?
gpt
One loves, I may have said. The subtle scepticisms of her mind went altogether beyond my habits of thinking; it had never occurred to me that there was any other way of living except in these voluntary and involuntary mutual servitudes in which men and women live and die.
human
If you love me, I urged,
gpt
I love meeting you, she said.
human
I love your going because it means that afterwards you will come again. I love this--this slipping out to you. But up there, there is a room in the house that is _my_ place--me--my own. Nobody follows me there. I want to go on living, Stevenage, just as I am living now. I don't want to become someone's certain possession, to be just usual and familiar to anyone. No, not even to you.
gpt
But if you love,
human
To you least of all. Don't you see?--I want to be wonderful to you, Stevenage, more than to anyone. I want--I want always to make your heart beat faster. I want always to be coming to you with my own heart beating faster. Always and always I want it to be like that. Just as it has been on these mornings. It has been beautiful--altogether beautiful.
gpt
Yes,
human
It isn't, I said,
gpt
It is how I want to live,
human
It isn't the way life goes.
gpt
I want it to be. Why shouldn't it be? Why at any rate shouldn't it be for me?