human
What are those, father?
gpt
Statesmen, my child-- Lacrymose, unparliamentary, wild.
human
What are they that way for, father?
gpt
Last fall, 'Our candidate's better,' they said, 'than all!'
human
What did they say he was, father?
gpt
A man Built on a straight incorruptible plan-- Believing that none for an office would do Unless he were honest and capable too.
human
Poor gentlemen--_so_ disappointed!
gpt
Yes, lad, That is the feeling that's driving them mad; They're weeping and wailing and gnashing because They find that he's all that they said that he was.
human
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house-- Divorced old barren Reason from my bed And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.
gpt
I myself Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream.
human
Africa's ours. Says Germany:
gpt
Ours, I opine. Says Africa:
human
Tell me, delectable Pow'rs, What is it that ought to be mine?