human
Now, gentlemen, he began, after making these observations,
gpt
Genius, gentlemen, is apt to be careless of the main chance. It don't care for the almighty dollar; it lets fellows like me heap up the stamps. What can we do but ask Genius to dig into our Pile?
human
Cornelius, so far as I understand him, Mr. Beck speaks the strongest common sense.
gpt
We agree with you so far, Mr. Beck,
human
Why should I have any delicacy in saying to a young man, or a man of any age, he added doubtfully, for the years of the Twins seemed uncertain,
gpt
What reason indeed? asked Cornelius.
human
The offer does honour to both.
gpt
Or to another man, 'You, sir, are a Poet. Why should the cares of the world interfere with your thoughts? Take a cheque, and make the world rejoice'!
human
The world lies in travail for such a patron of poetry,
gpt
Why, then, we are agreed, said Mr. Beck.
human
Gentlemen, I say to you both, collectively, let me usher into the world those works of genius which you are bound to produce. You, sir, are painting a picture. When can you finish me that picture?
gpt
In six months,
human
I buy that picture, sir, at your own price, said the patron.
gpt
I shall exhibit it in London, and it shall then go to New York with me. And you, Mr. Cornelius Jagenal, are engaged upon poems. When would you wish to publish your verses?
human
My Epic, the _Upheaval of Ælfred_, will be ready for publication about the end of November,