human
And why should I not sell my soul? asked he, almost fiercely.
gpt
I sell my talents, my time, my strength; I'd sell my life to-morrow, and go to be shot for a shilling a day, if it would make the old man comfortable for life; and why not my soul too? Don't that belong to me as much as any other part of me? Why am I to be condemned to sacrifice my prospects in life to a girl of whose honesty I am not even sure? What is this intolerable fascination? Witch! I almost believe in mesmerism now!-- Again, I say, why should I not sell my soul, as I'd sell my coat, if the bargain's but a good one?