human
And about the way in which faces rivet the imagination and haunt the memory, I've never experienced it but once,
gpt
Oh! it has happened to me often, very often. From pictures, I think, always; evil expressions of countenance that are ambiguous and hard to explain, always something demoniacal, I think,
human
There is nothing of the demon--never was, never could be--in the phantom that haunts me, said Cleve.
gpt
It is, on the contrary--I don't say angelic. Angels are very good, but not interesting. It is like an image called up by an enchanter--a wild, wonderful spirit of beauty and mystery. In darkness or light I always see it. You like to escape from yours. I would not lose mine for worlds; it is my good genius, my inspiration; and whenever that image melts into air, and I see it no more, the last good principle of my life will have perished.
human
Your superstitions are much prettier than mine. My good cousin Anne, there, talks of blue devils, and my familiars are, I think, of that vulgar troop; while yours are all _couleur de rose_, and so elegantly got up, and so perfectly presentable and well bred, that I really think I should grow quite tired of the best of them in a five-minutes' _tête-à-tête_.
gpt
I must have described my apparition very badly, said Cleve.
human
That which is lovely beyond all mortal parallel can be described only by its effects upon one's fancy and emotions, and in proportion as these are intense, I believe they are incommunicable.
gpt
You are growing quite too metaphysical for me, said Miss Margaret Fanshawe.
human
I respect metaphysics, but I never could understand them.
gpt
It is quite true, laughed Cleve.
human
I _was_ so. I hate metaphysics myself;' and they have nothing to do with this, they are so dry and detestable. But now, as a physician--as an exorcist--tell me, I entreat, in my sad case, haunted by a beautiful phantom of despair, which I have mistaken for my good angel, how am I to redeem myself from this fatal spell.