human
How optimistic you are! sighed Mr. Perkins, who was eating Mrs. Smithers's crisp, hot rolls with a very unpoetic appetite.
gpt
To me, the world grows worse every day. It is only a few noble souls devoted to the Ideal and holding their heads steadfastly above the mire of commercialism that keep our so-called civilisation from becoming an absolute hotbed of greed--yes, a hotbed of greed,
human
Your aura seems to have a purple tinge this morning,
gpt
What's a aura, ma?
human
Something that goes with a soft person, Willie, dear, responded Mrs. Holmes, quite audibly.
gpt
You know there are some people who have no backbone at all, like the jelly-fish we saw at the seashore the year before dear papa died.
human
I've knowed folks, continued Mrs. Dodd, taking up the wandering thread of the discourse,
gpt
And when they grew up, too,
human
Some people, said Harlan, in a polite attempt to change the conversation,
gpt
Yes, sighed Mrs. Dodd, looking straight at the poet,