human
Faith, but that looks like lotus-eating, all right, said the major, notching up his cartridge-belt another hole.
gpt
That looks like 'A book of verses underneath the bough,' with Fatima or Lalla Rookh, or the like, eh? He drew at a cigarette, and smiled with sweet visionings of Celtic exuberance.
human
A golden city! Lord!
gpt
You'll do no dallying 'with Amaryllis in the shade,' in _this_ valley! the Master flung at him.
human
Nor any lotus-eating, either. To your stations, men! Wake up! Forget all about this gold, now--remember my orders! That's all you've got to do. The gold will take care of itself, later. For now, there's stern work ahead!