human
I am sorry to make you come farther out,
gpt
That is unexpectedly considerate,
human
But it is impossible to talk in the teeth of this wind, she continued,
gpt
Excuse me, speak for yourself, Smyth interrupted.
human
I find it decidedly interesting to meet my wife again. She has gone up in the world, and climbed the tree of fashion in the interval. I have gone down in the world, as every scholar and gentleman, every man with brains and high standards of art and culture, is bound to go down sooner or later, in this hideous age of blatant commercialism and Mammon rampant. I don't quarrel with it. I would far rather be one of the downtrodden, persecuted minority. But, just on that account, my wife is all the more worth contemplating, since she offers a highly instructive object-lesson in the advantages which accrue from allying oneself with the victorious majority. See--