human
How good of you to come, Mr. X--.
gpt
It's very kind of you to say so.
human
Do you sing?
gpt
No, I'm afraid I do not.
human
I congratulate you then,
gpt
Excuse me, but it is I who congratulate you. I should be sorry to spoil your charming evening....
human
I must leave you, the music is going to begin.
gpt
It is really too unlucky; never was there anything so perverse. It is wonderful when one comes to take into consideration the theory of chances.
human
says Littré,
gpt
Not so in England at musical parties: rather _the act of running after one another without being able to catch one another_. These good folks in their duets always seem to me to be singing vigorously at each other:
human
You can't catch me, you can't catch me!
gpt
They are lucky,