human
Oh! Theodore, can't you feel that it was Heaven!
gpt
Heaven! My Lottachen, and was it so? Gebnitz was in good voice, but all the flow Of her last aria was spoiled by Klops, A wretched flutist, she was mad as hops.
human
Stay, Theodore! she cried at last.
gpt
You know to me Nothing was real, it was an ecstasy.
human
But it's good To be got home again.