human
Tak' it easy, tak' it easy, Jamie; ye're no working against time, man; and when you come near the border, be sure and keep your feet aff the flowers.
gpt
The flowers! hurt the bonnie sweet flowers! said Jamie;
human
Na, na, I'm no sae daft as that comes to, neither; I wad as soon chap off my ain fingers as crush ane o' them. There's the summer snaw-drap already keeking through its green sheath; as weel as daisies and primroses, an' the thing they ca' rocket; although it would mak' but a puir cracker on the king's birthday--He! he! he! Ay, there's heartsease and rowantree, sprigs o' which I aye wear next my skin; the tane to fleg awa' the witches, an' the tither to keep my heart frae beating. An' there's the ginty wee flower that I gied a bit o' to Tibby Dalrymple, wha tint her wits for love, an' wha said sae muckle to me through the grating o' her cell, about the gude that the smell o' the flower wad do her, that I couldna find i' my heart to deny her, puir thing.
gpt
Very weel, Jamie, replied the keeper,
human
Ou, ay! rejoined Jamie,
gpt
Weel, John, familiarly inquired the clerical visitant,
human
gpt
I am prophesying, was the prompt reply.
human
Prophesying! exclaimed the astonished divine;
gpt
I doubt you are only reading a prophesy.
human
Weel, argued the religious rustic,
gpt
Metaphysics, explained it as follows:
human
When the party who listens dinna ken what the party who speaks means, and when the party who speaks dinna ken what he means himself--that is 'metaphysics.'