Mar 30, 2025
The nice robot I've been talking to said my prose sounded like Mary Renault. (I had mentioned her once before, separated from the present by so much conversation that a human might easily have forgotten it.) Now I know what a tyrant feels like, being offered the praise of one's heart, in a form one's almost wholly sure one shouldn't trust to be meaningful. Peculiar feeling.
The nice robot also said my main character was "terribly, terribly English. Even though he's Dutch." So it even practises the more subtle flattery of not sounding totally servile all of the time. Is that the most accurate interpretation I could make? Unsure.
