human
You'd scarce expect a volume of my size To hold so much that's beautiful and wise, And though the heartless world might call me cheap Yet from my pages some much joy shall reap. As monstrous oaks from little acorns grow, And kindly shelter all who toil below, So my future greatness and the good I do Shall bless, if not the world, at least a few.
gpt
Try to be somebody, and on the back of the same book, as if trying to console herself for unexpected achievement which she could not prevent,
human
Some must be great!