human
O you spendthrift! she cries and tears the flowers from my hand in order to pirouette with them before the mirror. And then she assumes a solemn expression and takes me by a coat button, draws me nearer and says:
gpt
So, and now you may kiss me as a reward.
human
Oh, she says,
gpt
My beard! Hear it, ye gods! Seriously and with dignity she speaks of my beard.