human
You must be frightfully busy?
gpt
So I am, Reginald replied.
human
I always work in a white heat. I am restless, nervous, feverish, and can find no peace until I have given utterance to all that clamours after birth.
gpt
What is it that is so engaging your mind, the epic of the French Revolution?
human
Oh, no. I should never have undertaken that. I haven't done a stroke of work on it for several weeks. In fact, ever since Walkham called, I simply couldn't. It seemed as if a rough hand had in some way destroyed the web of my thought. Poetry in the writing is like red hot glass before the master-blower has fashioned it into birds and trees and strange fantastic shapes. A draught, caused by the opening of a door may distort it. But at present I am engaged upon more important work. I am modelling a vessel not of fine-spun glass, but of molten gold.
gpt
You make me exceedingly anxious to know what you have in store for us. It seems to me you have reached a point where even you can no longer surpass yourself.
human
Your praise is too generous, yet it warms like sunshine. I will confess that my conception is unique. It combines with the ripeness of my technique the freshness of a second spring.
gpt
When, he cried,
human
If the gods are propitious, he remarked,
gpt
I shall complete it to-night. To-morrow is my reception, and I have half promised to read it then.
human
Perhaps I shall be in the position soon to let you see my play.
gpt
Let us hope so,