human
De hour has come, she chanted.
gpt
With this chalk, an' around this man, I make the mark of his image. Stooping, she began to trace his outline on the dull rag-carpet, speaking monotonously as she worked:
human
Gordon Lee Surrender Jones, I command all the aches an' the pains, all the miseries an' fool notions, includin' the cricket in yer leg, to pass outen yer real body into this heah image on the floor. Keep yer head still, nigger! I pass 'em through you into yer symbol, an' from thence I draws 'em out to satisfy yer mind now and forever more, amen. Now roll over to the right an' watch what's about to happen.