human
Miklotov:  "The sages are all but unparalleled, whether you search the world over or look back through history. I don’t expect any to be born anytime soon.”
gpt
Miklotov:  “So you may say, Your Highness, but the blood has not run thin. It is a fact that once every several generations, a true master appears in the royal line. Two generations ago…” Miklotov had been speaking fluently, but suddenly he stopped. His wrinkled face darkened, and he shook his head and murmured, “No.” After a moment, he went on: “My apologies. A slip of the tongue. Memory grows unreliable in old age.”
human
Fourier:  “You losing your memory is about the worst thing that could happen to this kingdom! Quit worrying about a delinquent like me and take care of yourself!”
gpt
Miklotov:  “I hardly think Your Highness is delinquent…” Miklotov put up some resistance as Fourier tried to hustle him out of the room. But his old bones were no match for a boy in the prime of youth.
human
Fourier:  Fourier says, having chased off the garrulous elder. "Now, then…”