human
Yes, said a young peasant woman to an old man grinding his buyo,
gpt
God help us! said the old man, munching his sapa.
human
If Andoy gets to be pope, we will go to Rome! I can walk yet! Ho! Ho!
gpt
It's decided, neighbor, he said,
human
A doctor! Don't speak of it! replied Petra.
gpt
There's nothing like being a curate! He has only to make two or three turns and say 'dÕminos pabiscum' and he gets his money.
human
And isn't it work to confess?
gpt
Work! Think of the trouble we take to find out the affairs of our neighbors! The curate has only to sit down, and they tell him everything!
human
And preaching? Don't you call that work?
gpt
Preaching? Where is your head? To scold half a day from the pulpit without any one's daring to reply and be paid for it into the bargain! Look, look at Father DÃmaso! See how fat he gets with his shouting and pounding!