human
You, my son, who are the pride of my heart, the joy of my life, the light of mine eyes, search the atmosphere till at your bidding it showers down burning stars; then shall you go to the beautiful Princess who awaits you, and live without labour.
gpt
Poor old dad! He's certainly very unwell.
human
Try to realise your ambition, my sons, he continued.
gpt
I have shown you the ways you should go. Then, and only then, will you have earned that priceless jewel--Contentment.