human
There's a chap who will go overboard before we get across;
gpt
Ah! le pauvre garcon! said one to another;
human
gpt
And what will they do with him? asked a young woman.
human
Oh, nothing of consequence, replied the doctor;
gpt
The good souls were much distressed; they brought him wine, loaded his pockets with fruit, and bade him good-by with a hundred benedictions. Over forty years after, Irving made a detour, on his way from Madrid to Paris, to visit Tonneins, drawn thither solely by the recollection of this incident, vaguely hoping perhaps to apologize to the tender-hearted villagers for the imposition. His conscience had always pricked him for it.
human
It was a shame, he said,
gpt
The quilting party had dispersed by that time.
human
I believe I recognized the house, he says;
gpt
Judge of my surprise, he writes,
human
This view of the Revolution is very characteristic of Irving, and perhaps the first that would occur to a man of letters. The journey was altogether disagreeable, even to a traveler used to the rough jaunts in an American wilderness: the inns were miserable; dirt, noise, and insolence reigned without control. But it never was our author's habit to stroke the world the wrong way:
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When I cannot get a dinner to suit my taste, I endeavor to get a taste to suit my dinner. And he adds:
human
There is nothing I dread more than to be taken for one of the Smellfungi of this world. I therefore endeavor to be pleased with everything about me, and with the masters, mistresses, and servants of the inns, particularly when I perceive they have 'all the dispositions in the world' to serve me; as Sterne says, 'It is enough for heaven and ought to be enough for me.'