human
You see, you can never destroy anything. You can only _seem_ to. The life in us--it doesn't ask us if we want to be born,--it doesn't ask us if we want to die. It is beyond us, and I don't believe it _can_ be destroyed
gpt
Alexander the Great, the son of
human
Almon. One day, playing _Romeo and Juliet_, he turns the oven into the balcony, but, being rung for, the girl acting
gpt
Juliet