human
I wish I could get at the sawdust that _I_ am stuffed with, Hadria thought dreamily, as she watched the doll grow flabbier.
gpt
It is wonderful how little one does know one's own sawdust. It would be convenient to feel a little surer just now, for evidently I shall need it all very soon. And I feel somewhat like that doll, with the stream pouring out and the body getting limp.