human
The writing is too fine for my eyes, he grumbled.
gpt
Read it for me, nephew; but, harkee! you will keep your mouth shut whatever its import. Then, in a sudden gust of passion:
human
A thousand plagues on that fool of an up-river factor who broke for me my reading-glass! Not another one to be had in Croye for good-will or gold, and I compelled to borrow another's eyes, to live at the mercy of my meanest clerk. Come, boy, you must have the sense of it by this time!
gpt
Shall I read it aloud?