human
You place too much value on my songs, he said evasively.
gpt
The verses, written upon the inspiration of the moment, inspire only for the moment, and when the excitement which called them forth is ended, they will fall into forgetfulness.
human
Do you think so? asked the surgeon gravely.
gpt
I may be allowed to doubt it. In your verses resounds more than a mere battle-cry, although you may, perhaps, in future, thank the war for having roused your slumbering talent and for showing you the path to future renown.
human
Perhaps! said Fernow gloomily.
gpt
And perhaps, also, a bullet may to-day or to-morrow make an end of all the promised renown?
human
Can you not throw off this eternal melancholy? asked the doctor chidingly.
gpt
Walter, I really believe you are bearing an unhappy love around with you.
human
Not at all!