human
Would you care for people if they were always good-tempered, or weather if it were always fair? she asked me (we were sitting together in the tonneau, Jack driving).
gpt
I revel in storms, and if we have one to-night, when we are on the Pass, one of the dearest wishes of my life will be gratified. 'A storm on the St. Gothard!' Haven't the words a thunder-roll? Sunlight and mountain passes don't belong together. I like to think of great Alpine roads as the fastnesses of giants, who threaten death to puny man when he ventures into their power.