human
But, said I,
gpt
What coffin, my dear fellow?
human
The coffin that I was in.
gpt
The coffin, said he, smiling;
human
I suppose it remains where it was put the day before yesterday.
gpt
I mean, said I,
human
I do not know of any coffin, answered he, laughing heartily;
gpt
And on looking, I observed the large table, which stood in the middle of the hall, overturned upon the floor. Doctor Wunderdudt (he was professor of anatomy to the college) now made me retire, and had me put in bed till clothing could be procured. But I would not allow him to depart till he had unravelled the strange web of perplexity in which I still found myself involved. Nothing would satisfy me but a philosophical solution of the problem,
human
Why was I not buried alive, as I had reason to expect?
gpt
The day before yesterday, said he,
human
I informed the resurrectionists in the service of the University, that I was in want of a subject, desiring them at the same time to set to work with all speed. That very night they returned, assuring me that they had fished up one which would answer to a hair, being both young and vigorous. In order to inform myself of the quality of what they brought me, I examined the body, when, to my indignation and grief, I found that they had disinterred my excellent friend, Mr Frederick Stadt, who had been buried the same day.
gpt
What! said I, starting up from the bed,
human
You may well call them scoundrels, said the professor,
gpt
What! said I, again interrupting the doctor,
human
Now, Stadt, rejoined he, with a smile,
gpt
But you forget that I was to come alive?
human
How the deuce was I to know that, my dear boy?
gpt
Very true. Go on, doctor, and excuse me for interrupting you so often.
human
Well, continued he,