human
Mayhap the times will mend, sir,
gpt
I think not, I think not, Master Loomis. There is a great blackness of darkness in hand, the Philistines be upon us, and there is moving to and fro. Yea, Behemoth lifteth himself and shaketh his mane--h-m! ah! h-m! It is not a time for marrying and giving in marriage, for playing on sackbuts and dulcimers--h-m!