human
But you has lots of things when you gets there--hams and flitches and oranges and things--hasn't you?
gpt
Never a ha'p'orth, said Tommy.
human
Nothing but glory. You just takes your Alping stock and your sleeping sack and your bit o' biscuit and away you go over crevaxes deeper nor Martha's gullet and mountains higher nor Mount Blank and never think o' nothing but doing something that nobody's never done before. My goodness, yes, boy, that's the way of it when you're out asploring. 'Glory's waiting for me' says you, and on you go.