human
I have travelled so little that to me there is something almost wonderful in the arrival of someone from Africa. Even the name comes to me always like fire and black mystery. Last night, just before I went to bed, I was reading Chateaubriand, and I came across a passage that kept me awake for hours.
gpt
What was it?
human
He is writing of Napoleon, and says of him something like this.
gpt
He got up.
human
I was out of England last night. And to think that Miss Charmian is actually arriving from Africa!
gpt
He's a child, too!