human
There, said she--
gpt
This September afternoon is pleasant,
human
Even for you?
gpt
As pleasant for me as for any monarch.
human
You take a sort of harsh, solitary triumph in drawing pleasure out of the elements and the inanimate and lower animate creation.
gpt
Solitary, but not harsh. With animals I feel I am Adam's son, the heir of him to whom dominion was given over 'every living thing that moveth upon the earth.' Your dog likes and follows me. When I go into that yard, the pigeons from your dovecot flutter at my feet. Your mare in the stable knows me as well as it knows you, and obeys me better.
human
And my roses smell sweet to you, and my trees give you shade.
gpt
And, continued Louis,