human
There was once a French poet named Voltaire, and once when he went to London the street boys laughed at him, and sang mocking songs about Frenchmen. Then the poet turned round and said: 'You good people, is it not hard enough not to have been born among you? Really, you should pity us, not despise us!'
gpt
Bravo, Rhoeden!
human
We had entirely forgotten that you are related to these people, which sounds like a _betise_, but is balm for Eugene's vanity. Pistasch, however, puts on an irritated expression, and cries with his colossal impertinence,
gpt
I pity you uncommonly!