human
I've got it, said Dick, to himself, deeply shamed.
gpt
Moonlight, poetry, mit-holding, and all the rest of it. Never having had it before, it's going hard with me. Why in the devil wasn't I taught to write doggerel when I was in college? A fellow don't stand any show nowadays unless he's a pocket edition of Byron.
human
Cat's skull, thought Dick.
gpt
Wonder who hung it up there?