human
Don't speak to me suddenly, said she, in rather a muffled voice.
gpt
I don't want to scream on a public street.
human
Scratch a professor and you find a Tartar, said West, laughing too.
gpt
When I finally caught you, laggard that I was, you looked as if he were being rude.
human
Thoughts came to him and he blabbed them out artlessly. The only things that he seemed in the least interested in were his apples and Bee. Don't you think from this that he must be a floral and faunal naturalist?
gpt
No Goth, at any rate. Did you happen to notice the tome sticking out of his coat pocket? It was _The Religion of Humanity_, unless my old eyes deceived me. Who under heaven reads Comte nowadays?
human
Not me,
gpt
There's nothing to it. As a wealthy old friend of mine once remarked, people who read that sort of books never make over eighteen hundred a year.