human
I should really like to know,
gpt
What?
human
Whether this is to last for the rest of our lives.
gpt
What?
human
This peaceful existence, she said scornfully.
gpt
I should really like to know whether it is to last. Could you not tell me?
human
It will not last long, if you make it your principal business to torment me,
gpt
I? she exclaimed, with an air of the utmost surprise.
human
When do I ever torment you?
gpt
Whenever I am with you, and you know it.
human
Really! You must be ill, or out of your mind, or both. That would be some excuse for saying such a thing.
gpt
It needs none. It is true. He was becoming exasperated at last.
human
You seem to spend your time in finding out how to make life intolerable. You are driving me mad. I cannot bear it much longer.
gpt
If it comes to bearing, I think I have borne more than you, said Gloria.
human
It is not little. You leave me to myself. You neglect me. You abuse the friends I am obliged to find rather than be alone. You neglect me in every way--and you say that I am driving you mad. Do you realize at all how you have changed in this last year? You may have really gone mad, for all I know, but it is I who have to suffer and bear the consequences. You neglect me brutally. How do I know how you pass your time?
gpt
You leave me in the morning, she went on, working her coldness into anger.
human
You often go away before I am awake. You come back at midday, and sometimes you do not speak a word over your breakfast. If I speak, you either do not answer, or you find fault with what I say; and if I show the least enthusiasm for anything but your work, you preach me down with proverbs and maxims, as though I were a child. I am foolish, young, impatient, silly, not fit to take care of myself, you say! Have you taken care of me? Have you ever sacrificed one hour out of your long day to give me a little pleasure? Have you ever once, since we were married, stayed at home one morning and asked me what I would do--just to make one holiday for me? Never. Never once! You give me a fine house and enough money, and you think you have given me all that a woman wants.
gpt
And what do you want?
human
A little kindness, a little love--the least thing of all you promised me and of all I was so sure of having! Is it so much to ask? Have you lied to me all this time? Did you never love me? Did you marry me for my face, or for my voice? Was it all a mere empty sham from the beginning? Have you deceived me from the first? You said you loved me. Was none of it true?
gpt
Yes. I loved you,
human
You loved me--