human
You were telling me--we keep stopping.
gpt
Yes, don't we? I wonder if we always would.
human
We keep stopping to quarrel.
gpt
Yes--to quarrel. I wonder if we always would.
human
I haven't a doubt of it in the world,
gpt
Well, where did I leave myself? Oh yes--waiting. Sitting there busily engaged in hating you. Then she came across the grass--making straight for the river--running. I saw that you saw, and the thing that mattered to me then was what you would do about it. Saved or not saved, she was gone--I thought. The crowd had squeezed it all out of her. The live thing to me was what you--the You of the world that you became to me--would do about her.
human
And when you did what you did do--it was so treacherously disarming, the quick-witted humanity, the clever tenderness of it--I loved you so for it that I just couldn't go on hating. There's where you're a dangerous person. How dare you--standing for the You of the world--dampen the splendid ardor of my hate?
gpt
Perhaps if the Me of the world were known a little more intimately it would be less hated.
human
They just happened to have you. They can't keep you.