human
What on earth brings you here? he began in a fascinatingly absent-minded style, as if he had known me all my life, and with an inimitable nasal drawl.
gpt
This is a rotten job, my dear sir. Rotten! I cannot recommend it. Not your style at all, I should say.
human
But, my dear Sir F----, I am not applying for your job. Something subordinate, I mean. Anything, anything.
gpt
What? Down there, cutting up newspapers at twenty-two shillings a week? No, no. Let's have your address, and we will communicate with you when we find something worth your while. By the way, have you tried the War Office?