human
Why, _why_ are we doomed to this invincible hostility to a new idea? he cried, in the bitterness of his soul.
gpt
Here is the spirit of progress not merely beckoning to us, but fairly springing into our laps, and because it speaks in accents that were unfamiliar to the slave patriarchy of a hundred years ago, we drag it outside the city and crucify it. I tell you these old Bourbons whom we call leaders are millstones around our necks, and we can never move an inch until we've laid the last one of them under the sod.
human
Look, she said,
gpt
Yes, he flashed back at her,