human
Good day
gpt
You work very fast,
human
Aye, he said.
gpt
But it come easy, sir, after so many year.
human
Have you always done this?
gpt
Naught else, m'm. Nine-and-seventy year come Michaelmas I've kep' the Oxford road. An' me father before me.
human
That's a wonderful record, said I amazedly.
gpt
And you carry your years well.
human
Thank you, sir. There's a many as tells me that. I'll be ninety-one in the month o' June. An' can't write me own name, sir.
gpt
That's no shame, said I.
human
Tell me, you must remember the coaches.
gpt
That do I. They was took off my road just afore I started breakin' meself, but long afore that I used to bring me father 'is dinner, an' I remember them well. Many a time I've watched the 'Tantivy' go by, an' Muster Cracknell drivin'. Always nodded to father, 'e did, an' passed the time o' day. An' father, 'e'd wave 'is 'ammer, an' call me an' tell me 'is name, an' what a fine coachman 'e were. 'Twas a Birmin'ham coach, the 'Tantivy,' but Muster Cracknell used to 'and over at Oxford. London to Oxford was 'is stretch, sir. An' back.
human
Isn't that wonderful?
gpt
I've seen the coaches, m'm, and I've seen the motors, an' they can't neither of them do without the road, m'm. As it was in the beginnin', so ever it shall be. Soon I'll pass, but the road'll go on, an' others'll break for 'er. For she must needs be patched, you know, m'm, she must needs be patched....