human
Fancy people going out and trying to slaughter one another on a day like this!
gpt
Well, you'd go out, if you had the chance,
human
And hate it like Hell all the time! he murmured reflectively, as he mechanically took a salute.
gpt
I've seen enough people in the casualty lists to realise that war is a dangerous occupation, Stornaway; and I've met enough fellows home on leave.... You know Jim Loring's gone, by the way? His teeth grated together.
human
This--this is the very thing that my uncle Bertrand and I spent half-a-dozen years trying to avert! Well, I must be getting back to work. If this war's done nothing else, at least it's cured me of the conventional, twelve-to-three-with-two-hours-off-for-luncheon view of Government offices. With me it's nine-thirty to eight, six days' holiday in twelve months and about one week-end in three.
gpt
I suppose you've heard that Jack Summertown's dead? He was knocked out at the same time as your nephew. And Val Arden?...