human
Whence can the box have come? Pandora continually kept saying to herself and to Epimetheus.
gpt
And what in the world can be inside of it?
human
Always talking about this box! said Epimetheus, at last; for he had grown extremely tired of the subject.
gpt
I wish, dear Pandora, you would try to talk of something else. Come, let us go and gather some ripe figs, and eat them under the trees, for our supper. And I know a vine that has the sweetest and juiciest grapes you ever tasted.
human
Always talking about grapes and figs!
gpt
Well, then, said Epimetheus, who was a very good-tempered child, like a multitude of children in those days,
human
I am tired of merry times, and don't care if I never have any more! answered our pettish little Pandora.
gpt
And, besides, I never do have any. This ugly box! I am so taken up with thinking about it all the time. I insist upon your telling me what is inside of it.
human
As I have already said, fifty times over, I do not know! replied Epimetheus, getting a little vexed.
gpt
How, then, can I tell you what is inside?
human
You might open it, said Pandora, looking sideways at Epimetheus,
gpt
Pandora, what are you thinking of?