human
Perish Stars and Garters: my existence shall pass from day to day in honeysuckle arbours!
gpt
Dreadful smell of hay! said the legislator, with watery eyes.
human
Are you subject to the hay fever? I am! A-tisha-tisha-tisha [sneezing] --country frightfully unwholesome at this time of year. And to think that I ought now to be in the House,--in my committee-room; no smell of hay there; most important committee.
gpt
Ah--on what?
human
Sewers.