human
In Sybaris they do not let the horse-railroads grind the faces of the passengers, said I.
gpt
Not so wholly changed since the coppersmiths. And, within the minute, more quadrupedantal noises, more mules, and another car, which stopped at my signal. I entered, and found a dozen or more passengers, sitting back to back on a seat which ran up the middle of the car, as you might ride in an Irish jaunting-car. In this way it was impossible for the conductor to smuggle in a standing passenger, impossible for a passenger to catch cold from a cracked window, and possible for a passenger to see the scenery from the window.
human
Can it be possible, said I,