human
When I think, groans Porchon,
gpt
The cyclist, I interrupt him,
human
Rub it in! snaps Porchon.
gpt
I agree that I was a fool and that is enough. Now please leave me in peace with the memory of that pot of honey I obtained at Rupt, of which you, chuckling with concupiscence, gorged at least a half, the other night before Saint Remy, notwithstanding the fact that the bodies in the ditches were smelling sufficiently vilely to destroy the appetite of any normal respectable being.