human
I feel like a refugee,
gpt
A refugee from boredom? she suggested.
human
We are all that, more or less.
gpt
I dispute that, he said at once.
human
It is only the bores who are ever bored.
gpt
And I dispute that, she replied, without turning,
human
You are bored?
gpt
That is why I have engaged the services of a jester.
human
By Jove, he said,
gpt
I'm glad you pitched on me.
human
Isn't it rather futile to say that sort of thing?
gpt
Why?
human
Because you know quite well it was not a matter of choice.
gpt
Rather a matter of _manque de mieux_?
human
I am not going to contradict you, she said,
gpt
I never foster _amour propre_ in a man. It is always a plant of hardy growth.
human
he declared.
gpt
Say 'rank,' and you will be nearer the mark. I fully endorse your opinion. We are a race of conceited, egotistical jackanapeses, and we all think we are going to lick creation till a pretty woman comes along and makes us dance to her piping like a row of painted marionettes. But is the pretty woman any the happier, do you think, for tumbling us thus ruthlessly off our pedestals? I sometimes wonder if the sight of the sawdust doesn't make her wish she hadn't.