human
Letice, said Miss Mountjoy, when she saw the devastation,
gpt
Why mayn't I go where there is something pretty to see? Why may I not hear good music? Why must I be kept forever in the Doleful Dumps?
human
Because all these things are of the world, worldly.
gpt
If God hates all that is fair and beautiful, why did He create the peacock, the humming-bird, and the bird of paradise, instead of filling the world with barn-door fowls?
human
You have a carnal mind. You will never go to heaven.
gpt
Lucky I--if the saints there do nothing but hold missionary meetings to convert one another. Pray what else can they do?
human
They are engaged in the worship of God.
gpt
I don't know what that means. All I am acquainted with is the worship of the congregation. At Salem Chapel the minister faces it, mouths at it, gesticulates to it, harangues, flatters, fawns at it, and, indeed, prays at it. If that be all, heaven must be a deadly dull hole.
human
You wicked girl.
gpt
Aunt, said Letice, intent on further incensing her,
human
I do wish you would let me go--just for once--to a Catholic church to see what the worship of God is.
gpt
I would rather see you dead at my feet!