human
I ain't goin' to speak no piece.
gpt
Why not, Robert?
human
Because there ain't goin' to be any more speakin' pieces.
gpt
Who says there will not?
human
All of us boys!
gpt
Then laying his hand on my shoulder, with most punctilious but chilling courtesy, he invited me to the rostrum. The
human
Many times before had I stepped off a solo-cachuca to the staccato pleasing of a fragment of slate frame, upon which my tutor was a gifted performer, but never until that day did I accompany myself with words. Boy like, I had chosen for my