human
He will not, like the composer of drawing-room ballads, capture some wretched cadence, threadbare with much use, and trick it out, dragging up the melody into long high notes, crowing and shouting as though he had discovered America, whereas all he has really discovered is an old shoe lying by the roadside that once, perhaps, belonged to a prince, but after being stolen by the valet was given to a beggar, and so through a succession of beggars, the last of whom left it by the side of the high road.
gpt
And is this your prize gavotte? said Johnstone,
human
Well, if I couldn't compose a better gavotte than that in the time it takes to write it down I should think _even_ worse of myself than I do.
gpt
Why then, said the representative of the firm,