human
Look round the table, she said.
gpt
Aren't we all just odds and ends of humanity--the left-overs, you know. There is something inconglomerate about us. We are amiable to one another, but we don't mix. We can't.
human
You and I and Brendon get on all right, don't we?
gpt
But that's quite different, replied Anna.
human
You are neither of you in the least like the ordinary boarding-house young man. You don't wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night's shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. Besides----