human
Out with it, Morty--what's on your chest?
gpt
Well,--this thing, he tapped his throat,
human
he spoke in short, hesitating phrases, then he started again.
gpt
Grant, Grant, he cried,
human
He gazed into the strong, hard visage looking down upon him, and cried weakly:
gpt
Grant--for God's sake, help me. Tell me--what shall I do to--Oh, I want to live--I want to live, Grant, can't you help me!
human
Had another hemorrhage this morning--didn't you?
gpt
Oh, just a little one. Up all night working with Folsom, but it didn't amount to anything.
human
Morty--Morty--my dear, gentle friend; your trouble is not your body, but your soul. You read these great books, and they fascinate your mind. But they don't grip your soul; you see these brutal injustices, and they cut your heart; but they don't reach your will.
gpt
Morty, Grant resumed,
human
he cried,
gpt
He shook his head so vigorously that his vigor seemed like anger, and hammered with his claw on the iron bunk.
human
Money, he cried and repeated the word,
gpt
Grant reached out his arms to Morty and fixed his luminous eyes upon his friend,
human
Come, come with me, he pleaded.
gpt
That will cure your soul--and it doesn't matter about your body.
human
It won't work, Grant--it won't work. I'm not built that way. It won't work.
gpt
Now you watch out, Grant--they'll get you yet. I tell you it's awful--that's the exact word--the way hate has driven this town mad.