human
A dollar and a half for _that_!
gpt
Vot of it?--here's the blunt,
human
I can't change it,
gpt
Well, never mind! rejoined the tar;
human
of life, and both confer and receive
gpt
I do remember an old Bachelor, And hereabout he dwells; whom late I noted In suit of sables, with a care-worn brow, Conning his books; and meagre were his looks; Celibacy had worn him to the bone; And in his silent chamber hung a coat, The which the moths had used not less than he. Four chairs, one table, and an old hair trunk, Made up 'the furniture;' and on his shelves A greasy candle-stick; a broken mug, Two tables, and a box of old cigars; Remnants of volumes, once in some repute, Were thinly scattered round, to tell the eye Of prying strangers, _This man had no wife!_
human
There are always two sides to a question, the bachelor-