human
Returned Empty comes as a languorous relief from the stolid realism of most present-day writing. One reads it and swoons. And on opening one's eyes again, one hears old family retainers murmuring in soft retentive accents:
gpt
Here, sip some of this, my lord; 'twill bring the roses back to those cheeks and the strength to those poor limbs.
human
Returned Empty