human
We are but few, or
gpt
What would life be without strife? Forward! were pre-eminently becoming, though he never strove with any one and never did go forward. It did not even sound mawkish when he fell to discoursing of ideals. Every anniversary of the university, on St. Tatiana's Day, he got drunk, chanted _Gaudeamus_ out of tune, and his beaming and perspiring countenance seemed to say:
human
See, I'm drunk; I'm keeping it up!