human
Whom shall we send for?
gpt
Am I going west?
human
Good Lord, man, no! You’re getting on rippingly.
gpt
Then send for no one. I’m not eager to have a chance acquaintance gaping at my useless legs and sightless eyes.
human
But you’re going to come around all right. It’s the effect of shock, you know. How about your relatives?
gpt
Haven’t got any, thank the Lord.
human
I wish you’d try a bit to buck up,
gpt
What for?
human
Well, just for your country’s sake.
gpt
My country! Why isn’t my country where I have been, helping to lower the temperature of hell?