human
of the city--that is to say, we once more viewed the Stock Yards, the Masonic Temple and Lincoln Park. He also asked me to go with him for a sail across the Lake, but at this point I rebelled.
gpt
I am willing to climb tall buildings or visit the Zoo, but I draw the line at a trip to Muskegon.
human
on the boat more than made up for my absence, and at sunset he returned beaming, triumphant, perfectly satisfied with his day's sail.
gpt
Now, I'm ready to go home,
human
Can I combine the two activities? Will being a husband and a householder cramp and defeat me as a novelist?