human
I starve for the sight of a true and simple face, for the grasp of a brotherly hand.
gpt
There are so few, so very few, where the throng is thick and the battle fierce. It saddens me to see good fellows trampling one another down, growing hard and ungenerous. And then the vulgarity, the irreverence: they are almost identical, I think. One grows very sick and sorry at times amidst the cruelty and the baseness that threaten to destroy one's courage and one's hope. I know that human nature has in it a germ of nobility that will save it, in the long run, but meanwhile things seem sadly out of joint.
human
Is that the order of the universe?
gpt
No, I think it is rather the disorder of man's nature,