human
You misunderstand me, said I.
gpt
I was speaking of Scott's Lucia--the Waverley novel, you know.
human
Waverley, Waverley, replied my Cannibal Queen, who moved her head like Juno, but this time lisping and somewhat confused, as if she knew that, by the mention of books, we were possibly nearing the verge of sentiment.
gpt
Waverley--I don't know what you mean: you're too deep for me.