human
What good does it do? I demanded vehemently.
gpt
Oh, I know—you and the doctor saved the mother’s life—brought a new one into the world and all that. But what good does it do? The child will die—it was a girl—let’s get down on our knees right here and pray the gods that it may die soon—not grow up to want and fear—and shame. Then I laughed.
human
No, there’s no use praying. She’ll die all right! They’ll begin feeding her beer out of a can before she’s weaned. No. Not that. I don’t believe the mother will be able to nurse her. She’ll die of skimmed milk. And if that don’t do the trick there’s T.B. and several other things for her to catch. Oh, she’ll die all right. And next year there’ll be another. For God’s sake, what’s the use? What good does it do?
gpt
You mustn’t talk like that,
human
Why shouldn’t I curse?