human
My son, it is time for you to go, he said, as he rose from the piano and took Thayer's hands into his own fragile, elderly fingers.
gpt
I can teach you nothing more. It is now for you to work out your own reputation. Not much more of life is left in me; but, before it is ended, I shall hear your name spoken, both often and with praise. While I live, my house will hold a welcome to you. _Auf wiedersehen!_