human
And in the meantime, said Mrs. Ellison (Vincent started: had that bewildering and far-reaching vision been revealed to him all in one brief, breathless second?)
gpt
My literary labours, said the old man, slowly and absently,
human
I am sorry to say, are mostly perfunctory and mechanical. They occupy attention and pass the time, however; and that is much. Perhaps I have written one or two small things which may survive me for a year or two; but if that should be so, it will be owing, not to any merit of their own, but to the patriotism of my countrymen. Nay, I have much to be thankful for, , he continued, in the same resigned fashion.
gpt
I have been spared much. If I had been a famous author in my younger days, I should now be reading the things I had written then with the knowledge that I was their only reader. I should be thinking of my contemporaries and saying ’At one time people spoke of me as now they are speaking of you.’ It is a kind of sad thing for a man to outlive his fame; for the public is a fickle-minded creature, and must have new distractions; but now I cannot complain of being forgotten, for I never did anything deserving of being remembered.
human
Grandfather, said Maisrie,
gpt
Scotch friends, Maisrie, Scotch friends, he said.
human
I admit that. The Scotch are not among the forgetful ones of the earth. If you want to be made much of, he said, turning to Mrs. Ellison,