human
The wonder to me is, says Caligula,
gpt
Hog and hominy, I explains,
human
Then, says Caligula,
gpt
Too lavish, says I.
human
I've traveled, and I'm unprejudiced. There'll never be a perfect breakfast eaten until some man grows arms long enough to stretch down to New Orleans for his coffee and over to Norfolk for his rolls, and reaches up to Vermont and digs a slice of butter out of a spring-house, and then turns over a beehive close to a white clover patch out in Indiana for the rest. Then he'd come pretty close to making a meal on the amber that the gods eat on Mount Olympia.
gpt
Too ephemeral, says Caligula.
human
I'd want ham and eggs, or rabbit stew, anyhow, for a chaser. What do you consider the most edifying and casual in the way of a dinner?
gpt
I've been infatuated from time to time, I answers,
human
Well, says Caligula,
gpt
I reckon in New York you get to be a conniseer; and when you go around with the _demi-tasse_ you are naturally bound to buy 'em stylish grub.
human
It's a great town for epicures, says I.
gpt
You'd soon fall into their ways if you was there.
human
I've heard it was, says Caligula.
gpt
But I reckon I wouldn't. I can polish my fingernails all they need myself.