human
Only look how they sail! said the Darning-Needle.
gpt
They don't know what is under them! I'm here; I remain firmly here. See, there goes a chip thinking of nothing in the world but himself--of a chip! There's a straw going by now. How he turns? How he twirls about! Don't think only of yourself; you might easily run up against a stone. There swims a bit of newspaper. What's written upon it has long been forgotten, and yet it gives itself airs. I sit quietly and patiently here. I know who I am, and I shall remain what I am.