human
I'll blue-pencil my own stuff, he said.
gpt
If you want to hear how it happened you'll listen to the literary part, too.
human
Go on, then,
gpt
I will. . . . The sunlight fell softly upon the trees of the ancient wood; bosky depths cast velvety shadows----
human
What is a bosky depth? What _is_ boskiness? By heaven, I've waited years to ask; and now's my chance? You tell me what 'bosky' is, or----
gpt
Do you want to hear about that girl?
human
Yes, but----
gpt
Then you fill your face full of flapjack and shut up.
human
The stream, continued Sayre,
gpt
Now, there's enough descriptive colour to give you a proper mental picture. If you had left me alone I'd have finished it ten minutes ago. The rest moves with accelerated rhythm. It begins with the cracking of a stick in the forest. Hark! A sharp crack is----
human
Every bum novel begins that way.
gpt
Well, the real thing did, too! And it startled me. How did I know what it might have been? It might have been a bear----
human
Or a cow.
gpt
You talk, said Sayre angrily,
human
Not what _you_ call romance. Pass the flapjacks.
gpt
My attention, he said,
human
Sure! 'Suddenly' always comes next.
gpt
Suddenly the thicket stirred; the leaves were stealthily parted; and----
human
A naked savage in full war paint----
gpt
Naked nothing! A young girl in full war paint and a perfectly fitting gown stepped noiselessly out.
human
Out of what? you gink!
gpt
The bushes, dammit! She held in her hand a curious contrivance which I could not absolutely identify. It might have been a hammock; it might have been a fish-net.
human
Perhaps it was a combination, suggested Langdon cheerfully.
gpt
Good idea; she to help you catch a trout; you to help her sit in the hammock; afterward----