human
The Damnation of Theron Ware, makes her wince, and so she reaches under the reading stand, and brings out from the bottom of a pile of magazines a salacious novel filled with stories of illicit amours. This she reads until her cheeks burn and her lips grow dry and she hears the roll of a buggy down the street, and knows that it must be nearly midnight and that her mate is coming. She slips the book back into its place of concealment, picks up
gpt
The Harmonious Universe,
human
You up? he asks. He glances at the book and continues:
gpt
Reading that damn trash? Why don't you read Browning or Thackeray or--if you want philosophy Emerson or Carlyle? That's rot.
human
My soul craves communion with the infinite and would seek the deeper harmonies. I just love to wander the wide wastes between the worlds like I've been doing to-night.
gpt
God is good and I am God,