human
Yes, said Walkham, the sculptor,
gpt
What is?
human
How our dreams of yesterday stare at us like strangers to-day.
gpt
On the contrary, remarked Reginald,
human
It sometimes seems, said the sculptor,
gpt
Why not, under favorable conditions?
human
But where do they go? Surely they cannot perish utterly?
gpt
Yes, that is the question. Or, rather, it is not a question. Nothing is ever lost in the spiritual universe.
human
But what, inquired Ernest,
gpt
It is this, the sculptor replied;
human
I had a striking motive and lost it.
gpt
Do you remember, he continued, speaking to Reginald,
human
Yes; it was a striking thing and impressed me very much, though I cannot recall it at the moment.
gpt
Well, it was a commission. An eccentric young millionaire had offered me eight thousand dollars for it. I had an absolutely original conception. But I cannot execute it. It's as if a breeze had carried it away.
human
That is very regrettable.
gpt
Well, I should say so,