human
I have been having a rare treat, Mr. Chester, she said, in her smoothest tones.
gpt
Mr. Perkins has very kindly been reading to me his beautiful _Sonnet on Sleep_, composed during a period of wakefulness last night. Did you hear it? Is it not a most unusual sonnet?
human
It is, indeed, answered Dick, dryly.
gpt
I never before had the privilege of hearing one that contained only twelve lines. Dante and Petrarch and Shakespeare and all those other ducks put fourteen lines in every blamed sonnet, for good measure.
human
How can you speak so! cried Elaine, angrily.
gpt
Is not Mr. Perkins privileged to create a form?
human
To create a form, yes, returned Dick, easily,
gpt
I say, Elaine, he said, huskily,
human
I do not know, responded Elaine, with icy dignity,