human
At church this morning I saw Colonel Cowles. He told me about you. I don't know how you look at it, but I think you're a subject for the heartiest congratulations. So here are mine.
gpt
The men at the Mercury were pleased, too, mused Mr. Queed, looking out over the landscape.
human
Do you ever read my articles now?
gpt
For many years, said Sharlee, evasively,
human
I have always read the _Post_ from cover to cover. It's been to me like those books you see in the advertisements and nowhere else. Grips the reader from the start, and she cannot lay it down till the last page is turned.
gpt
Do you notice any distinctions now between me and the Encyclopedia Britannica?
human
Unless you happen to refer to Lombroso or Buckle or Aristotle or Plato, said Sharlee, not noticing the smile,
gpt
I never know whether it's your article or Colonel Cowles's. Do you mind walking on? It's nearly time for my car.
human
A year ago, said he,
gpt
I certainly should not have liked that. I do now, since it means that I have succeeded in what I set out to do. I've thought a good deal about that tired bricklayer this summer, he went on, quite unembarrassed.
human
By the way, I know one personally now: Timrod Burns, of the Mercury. Only I can't say that I ever saw Timmy tired.