human
What did you have for dinner?
gpt
Nothing, sir, but a little, thin, wisp of a young fly,
human
That is all I had myself, said Art.
gpt
Are the times bad with you now, or are they middling?
human
Not so bad, glory be to God! The flies do wander in through the holes, and when they come from the light outside to the darkness in here, sir, we catch them on the wall, and we crunch their bones.
gpt
Do they like that?
human
They do not, sir, but we do. The lad with the stout, hairy legs, down there beside your elbow, caught a blue-bottle yesterday; there was eating on that fellow, I tell you, and he's not all eaten yet, but that spider is always lucky, barring the day he caught the wasp.
gpt
That was a thing he didn't like?
human
Don't mention it to him, sir, he doesn't care to talk about it.
gpt
What way are you going to fasten up your rope?
human
I'll put a spit on the end of it, and then I'll thump it with my head to make it stick.
gpt
Well, good luck to yourself.
human
Good luck to your honour.
gpt
What does he be thinking about when he gets into them fits?
human
He does be talking to the hierarchy,
gpt
And who are themselves?
human
They are the people in charge of this world.
gpt
Is it the kings and the queens and the Holy Pope?
human
No, they are different kinds of people.
gpt
What does he be talking to them about?
human
Every kind of thing, replied Caeltia, and yawned also.
gpt
They are asking him for advice now.
human
What is he saying?
gpt
He is talking about love,
human
He is always talking about that,
gpt
And, said Caeltia,
human
It's another word of his.
gpt
And he is saying that love and knowledge are the same thing.
human
I wouldn't put it past him,