human
And the maddening thing is, cried Algitha,
gpt
It is the tyranny of affection that has done so much to ruin the lives of women,
human
I fear your poor mother has never got over _your_ little revolt, Algitha.
gpt
Never, I am sorry to say. If I had married and settled in Hongkong, she would scarcely have minded, but as it is, she feels deserted. Of course the boys are away from home more than I am, yet she is not grieved at that. You see how vast these claims are. Nothing less than one's entire life and personality will suffice.
human
Your mother feels that you are throwing your life away, remember. But truly it seems, sometimes, as if people were determined to turn affection into a curse instead of a blessing!
gpt
I never think of it in any other light,
human
Oh, there are exceptions, I hope, he said.
gpt
Love, like everything else that is great, is very, very rare. We call the disposition to usurp and absorb another person by that name, but woe betide him or her who is the object of such a sentiment. Yet happily, the real thing _is_ to be found now and again. And from that arises freedom.
human
I think Hadria has something of the gipsy in her, said Algitha.
gpt
She is so utterly and hopelessly unfitted to be the wife of a prim, measured, elegant creature like Hubert--good fellow though he is--and to settle down for life at Craddock Dene.
human
Yes, returned the Professor,
gpt
Hadria always says herself, that she is a vagabond in disguise.
human
The fact of the matter is, that in this world, the dead weight of the mass bears heavily upon the exceptional natures. It comes home to one vividly, in cases like this. The stupidity and blindness of each individual goes to build up the dead wall, the impassable obstacle, for some other spirit. The burden that we have cast upon the world has to be borne by our fellow man or woman, and perhaps is doomed to crush a human soul.
gpt
It seems to me that most people are engaged in that crushing industry, said Algitha with a shrug.
human
Don't I know their bonnets, and their frock-coats and their sneers!
gpt
While we are sneering at our fellow mortal, and assuring him loftily that he can certainly prevail, if only he is strong enough, it may be _our_ particular dulness or _our_ hardness that is dragging him down to a tragic failure, before our eyes.