human
I think I know the race of Chinamen Nichols went on, while grunts of assent from several quarters of the deck gave testimony to his reputation.
gpt
Oh, yes, I know them. They are made of flesh and blood, if you’ll believe me; they eat with their mouths, and think in the recesses of their skulls, just as we do. They marry, beget children, and pass through life. They love, fight, strive for gain, sin, suffer, learn lessons, regret, make restitution, are tempted by devils, struggle and triumph, or give up in despair, and finally die with their years and their secrets on their heads. The same old conscience pursues them. Yes, they are eaten up, like us, by the savage and devastating contest with self, the flesh and the spirit striving for the mastery; and out of the contest, like fire struck from clashing swords, come the sparks of ideas, of aspirations, of creative efforts, of wonder and joy, pain and fear, of all the infinite play of this star-spangled life of ours against the soft darkness of the unknown sky.... You fellows have been discussing only superficialities. At heart, you and the Oriental are the same. The Chinese are romantic, I tell you; they are heroic, they are incorrigibly imaginative. You think not? Let me tell you a tale
human
You won’t be convinced he chuckled
gpt
I see it already. You’ll derive from this tale, no doubt, only further confirmation of the unlikeness you imagine. So be it. I merely warn you not to be too sure. Strip my friend Lee Fu Chang naked, for instance, destroy and forget about that long silken coat of his, embroidered so wonderfully with hills and trees and dragons, dress him in a cowboy’s suit and locate him in the Rocky Mountain region of fifty years ago, and the game he played with Captain Wilbur won’t seem so inappropriate. It’s only that you won’t expect a mandarin Chinaman to play it. You’ll feel that China is too old and civilized for what he did....