human
I wonder you aren't ashamed of yourself, said Miss Feste.
gpt
At your age you ought to have sown all your wild oats.
human
So I have, I said stoutly.
gpt
And they weren't at all wild, either. I've never seen such a miserable crop. As soon as the sun rose, they all withered away.
human
The sun?
gpt
The sun?
human
The sun, Adèle. The sun that rose in America in 1895. Out of the foam of the sea. I can't tell you the date, but it must have been a beautiful day.
gpt
How interesting! said Adèle.
human
So it withered them up, did it?
gpt
You see, Adèle, they had no root.
human
None of them?
gpt
None.