human
I know so little of chemistry, he deplored,
gpt
Perhaps, I said,
human
Then, said Zimmern,
gpt
But what will His Majesty do with these five million women?
human
Do? What can he do with the women? exclaimed Dr. Zimmern in a low pitched but vibrant voice.
gpt
He thinks he will make workers of them. He does not seem to appreciate how specialized they are for pleasure. He will make machine tenders of them to relieve the workmen, who are to be made soldiers. He would make surface soldiers out of these blind moles of the earth, put amber glasses on them and train them to run on the open ground and carry the war again into the sunlight. It is folly, sheer folly, and madness. His Majesty, I fear, reads too much of old books. He always was historically inclined.