human
Dear Miss Temple, my emotions are waxing serious, and I am afraid of them, and will retire.
gpt
of course. We all say,
human
when we read or talk about it quietly. Young men at Saratoga and Newport say,
gpt
over their cigars. But when the weed is whiffed away, they dress for conquest, and draw upon the Future for the consequences. Unhappily, the Future is perfectly
human
as it is called, and drove out into the shoreless sea of enjoyment. I revelled in Lulu's beauty, in her grace, in her thousand nameless charms. I was naturally sorry for her. I knew her young affections would