human
The sublime creature would not look well _un_painted, believe me.
gpt
He dare not appear in that plight even to himself, if Theobald be right in what he stated just now,
human
Life to a character is like varnish to wood, asserted Miss Du Prel;
gpt
Ah! cried Professor Theobald,
human
Then _you_ insist on varnish, I on paint.
gpt
There is a difference.
human
And it affects your respective views throughout, added Professor Fortescue,
gpt
Professor Fortescue is eloquent, but he makes one feel distressingly vegetable,
human
Oh! not unless one has a human soul,
gpt
Am I to understand that you would deprive me of mine?
human
Not at all; souls are private property, or ought to be.
gpt
I wish one could persuade the majority of that!
human
Impossible, said Theobald.
gpt
The chief interest of man is the condition of his neighbour's soul.
human
Could he not be induced to look after his own?
gpt
All fun would be over,
human
I wish one could have an Act of Parliament, obliging every man to leave his neighbour's soul in peace.
gpt
You would sap the very source of human happiness and enterprise,
human
I should be glad if I could think the average human being had the energy to look after _any_ business; even other people's!
gpt
I believe that, as a matter of fact, the soul is a hibernating creature,
human
It certainly has its drowsy winters,
gpt
Ah! but its spring awakenings!