human
Suppose we had to say everything in words!
gpt
Suppose we had to walk on one leg!
human
Oh, but that--you know, Karl, it's a little like the rivers and the ocean. The words are the rivers flowing into the ocean of silence. Rivers flow into oceans--but do they _make_ them? And then the ocean gives back to the rivers in the things which it breathes out. There are so many reasons why it seems like that.
gpt
Ernestine, where did you get all this? I sometimes think I'm not square with you at all. Why, I've been in all those places before! I saw the Bay of Naples long before I ever saw you--and yet I didn't really see it before at all. Don't you see? Eyes and appreciation and every decent thing I take from you. Where did you get it all, Ernestine?
human
Perhaps I 'got it' from that way you have of looking at me--the way you're looking at me now; or maybe I got it from the way you say 'Ernestine'--the way you said it just now. But does it matter much what comes from which?