human
You don't know what you are asking, she said gently. Then she shook her head.
gpt
It is impossible. No one can shift the burdens of life on to the shoulders of another--however willing they be. No one has the right to attempt it. As we are born, so we must live. The life that is ours is ours alone.
human
You're wrong--dead wrong, he declared vehemently, his eyes glowing with the depth of feeling stirring him, a hot flush forcing its way through the deep tanning of his cheeks.
gpt
No gal has a right to carry trouble with a man around to help. She's made for the sunlight, for the warmth an' ease of life. She's made to set around an' take in all those good things the good God meant for her so she can pass 'em right on to the kiddies still to be born. A woman's jest the mother of the world. An' the men she sets on it are there to see her right. The woman who don't see it that way is wrong--dead wrong. An' the man that don't get right up on to his hind legs an' do those things--wal, he ain't a man.