human
The only word to describe the effect of all this upon me is spree, said Mrs. Mansfield.
gpt
I am out on the spree.
human
Capital! And if I stepped right in to your sort of life, said Heath,
gpt
I don't think it could. It's too conscious, too critical, too fastidious. There's nothing fastidious in a spree. I like the March wind outside, too--the thought of it.
human
Charmian's in the sun,
gpt
Have you heard from her?
human
This morning. She has made great friends with Susan Fleet.
gpt
Yes?
human
Oh, a woman we all like, who often helps Adelaide Shiffney with things.
gpt
We all like,
human
A _cliché_! And indeed I scarcely know Susan Fleet. You see what an absurd close borough I live in, have always lived in. And I never thoroughly realized that till I met you.
gpt
And I live in loneliness, outside of it all, of everything almost.
human
With Mrs. Shiffney and others holding open the door, holding up the lamp, and imploring you to come in, to come right in as they say on the other side of the Atlantic.
gpt
You don't do that.
human
Do you wish me to?
gpt
I don't know what I wish. But I am dissatisfied.
human
What is it like at Algiers?
gpt
Very beautiful, Charmian says. Adelaide and the others have gone off to a desert place called Bou-Saada--
human
Bou-Saada!
gpt
And Charmian and Susan Fleet are up on the hill at Mustapha Supérieur. They've left the yacht for a few days. They are visiting Arab villas and exploring tropical gardens.