human
Boat, sir,
gpt
My affairs do even drag me homeward. Go on; I'll follow thee, replied he, leaping into the boat.
human
Our fortune lies in this jump.
gpt
Down, sir?
human
Down,
gpt
Down, down to hell, and say I sent you there.
human
Thanky, sir, I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you.
gpt
Our tongue is rough, coz--and my condition is not smooth.
human
Thus with imagin'd wing our soft scene flies, In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought.