human
You must have Mercury and Venus very strongly aspected, quoth the Cobbler;
gpt
After I am dead!--sinister omen! said Vance, discomposed.
human
I have no faith in artists who count on being talked of after they are dead. Never knew a dauber who did not! But stand back: time flies; tie up your hair; put on your bonnet, Titania. You have a shawl?--not tinsel, I hope! quieter the better. You stay and see to her, Lionel.
gpt
I'd let the gentleman paint me, if he likes: shall I tell him, master?
human
Go back to the bacon, foolish woman. Why, he gave L3 for her likeness, 'cause of her Benefics! But you'd have to give him three years' wages afore he'd look you straight in the face, 'cause, you see, your Aspects are crooked. And, added the Cobbler, philosophizing,