human
Why not write something for the Press, my dear fellow? he said.
gpt
Five hundred words with a catchy title; nothing funny--that's _my_ line--but something solid and practical with money in it; the public's always ready for that. Take your neighbour, old Diggles, and his mushroom-beds, for instance. Thriving local industry--capital copy. Try your hand at half a column, and call it 'A Fortune in Fungus.'
human
I 'm afraid I know nothing about mushrooms, with the exception of the one I nearly died of, I replied,
gpt
My dear man, I don't ask you to tell Diggles you're going to write him up in the newspapers; he'd kick you off the premises; he doesn't want his secrets given away to competitors. Just dodge the old man round the sheds, get into conversation with his staff, keep your eyes open generally and you'll pick up as much as you want for half a column. And when you've got your notes together bring 'em along to me. I'll put 'em shipshape for you.