human
Well, then?
gpt
Ah, but not for me, young Scarlett had answered.
human
You don't expect me to write that kind of thing? It isn't in me. No, I want to rhyme about some little picture in an old-fashioned setting--Pamela, or Dorothy, or--or Ursula, walking between clipped hedges, or looking at an old sun-dial, or stopping by a basin rimmed with mossy stone to feed the gold fish. Or dreaming--and she must not be a Girton young woman--I couldn't imagine a Girton young woman's dreams!
gpt
He _might_ have said good-bye,