human
Delancey, I said,
gpt
I want you to have just the sort of success you want for yourself.
human
Thank you,
gpt
Transition slanting upwards in immense black letters.
human
Very arresting, I could hear the publisher saying. Gingerly I unwrapped it. Underneath, it was sober black linen, with bright blue lettering still on the cross. I sat with it in my hands, feeling limp and will-less. But, at last, I pulled myself together. I read the dedication,
gpt
To those who died. I saw that there were 600 pages, big pages crowded with words. And then, saying to myself,
human
It is no good putting it off,