human
Dear Nora, he sighed,
gpt
All tasks that are worth attempting are difficult, she murmured.
human
Please go on.
gpt
They are such simple things that I feel, he began,
human
I know how young you are,
gpt
I am fifty-four years old, he went on.
human
I am in the last lap of physical well-being, even though my mind should continue to flourish. And you are--how much younger! I dare not think.
gpt
Idiot! she exclaimed.
human
At fifty-four you are better and stronger than half the men of forty.
gpt
I have good health, he admitted,
human
In twelve years' time from now, she said,
gpt
I, too, shall turn over a chapter, the chapter of my youth. What is time but a relative thing? Who shall measure your six years against my twelve? The years that count in the life of a man or a woman are the measure of their happiness.
human
Dear Nora, he begged,
gpt
Can't you understand, she whispered feverishly,