human
The first act's safe to be poorish anyhow, and Dot does not come on till just the end of it. I wonder if I dare go to sleep? she asked herself, gently rubbing her eyes.
gpt
It would be awfully nice to forget the whole blooming show, past, present, and to come, for a little while and plunge in the waters of oblivion. Oblivion with a capital O--a dose of that's what I want. Beautiful roomy consolation-stakes of a word, oblivion, if one could only believe in the existence of it--which, unluckily, some-how I can't.