human
Well, by gad! he thought,
gpt
I _am_ happy. It is only when I am here that I am lonely and the dead past lives again among these wooded hills.
human
Are you not--usually--here? he asked, surprised.
gpt
I thought you lived here.
human
No. I live elsewhere, usually. I am too unhappy here. I never remain very long.
gpt
Then why do you ever come here?
human
I don't know. I am very happy elsewhere. But--I come. Women do such things.
gpt
I don't exactly understand why.
human
A woman's thoughts return eternally to one place and one person. _One_ memory is her ruling passion.
gpt
What is that memory?
human
I don't know what you mean.
gpt
I mean that a woman, in spirit, journeys eternally to the old, old rendezvous with love; makes, with her soul, the eternal pilgrimage back to the spot where Love and she were first acquainted. And, moreover, a woman may even leave the man with whom she is happy to go all alone for a while back to the spot where first she knew happiness because of him. . . . You don't understand, do you?